The Overland MonthlySamuel Carson, 1888 |
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... tell on . He licked me five days out of the seven , and I never oncet screeched like that ! " By twelve o'clock the silver rim of the 66 moon rose over the hills and lit our vast surroundings with a subdued splendor . A procession of ...
... tell on . He licked me five days out of the seven , and I never oncet screeched like that ! " By twelve o'clock the silver rim of the 66 moon rose over the hills and lit our vast surroundings with a subdued splendor . A procession of ...
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... telling . The family listened respectful- ly , as though it were perfectly new to them . The same thing occurred ... tell how uncom- fortable she made it for Hat Creek Jennie . They all seem to have imbibed many ideas of social laws ...
... telling . The family listened respectful- ly , as though it were perfectly new to them . The same thing occurred ... tell how uncom- fortable she made it for Hat Creek Jennie . They all seem to have imbibed many ideas of social laws ...
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... tell you it was awful ! I went in first and lit on something that cracked under my feet like an egg - shell . I examined it with my torch , and to my horror , found it was a human skull . Imagine my sensations to find the floor was ...
... tell you it was awful ! I went in first and lit on something that cracked under my feet like an egg - shell . I examined it with my torch , and to my horror , found it was a human skull . Imagine my sensations to find the floor was ...
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... Tell me about her ; I have never met her in my reading , " she said without looking at him . " No , I suppose not . She was a German peasant maiden , very gentle and beautiful , with blue eyes and long braids of yellow hair . She is not ...
... Tell me about her ; I have never met her in my reading , " she said without looking at him . " No , I suppose not . She was a German peasant maiden , very gentle and beautiful , with blue eyes and long braids of yellow hair . She is not ...
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... tell me what to do ? Other girls have mothers ! " Bitter words for the father to hear ! They brought back afresh the shame of twenty years gone by and wrung his soul with the old agony . The sight of her tears was more than Arnold could ...
... tell me what to do ? Other girls have mothers ! " Bitter words for the father to hear ! They brought back afresh the shame of twenty years gone by and wrung his soul with the old agony . The sight of her tears was more than Arnold could ...
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الصفحة 252 - Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But, out, alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit...
الصفحة 256 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
الصفحة 250 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
الصفحة 253 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
الصفحة 254 - Then hate me when thou wilt ; if ever, now ; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...
الصفحة 252 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
الصفحة 253 - In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
الصفحة 251 - How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand...
الصفحة 253 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
الصفحة 254 - Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purposed overthrow. If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, When other petty griefs have done their spite, But in the onset come: so shall I taste At first the very worst of fortune's might; And other strains of woe, which now seem woe, Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.