The Overland MonthlySamuel Carson, 1888 |
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... woman that washed for them lost her husband , and before he died he told his wife that he could not rest in peace unless she killed the doctor , an old squaw who had practiced among them many years . The considerate wife left his ...
... woman that washed for them lost her husband , and before he died he told his wife that he could not rest in peace unless she killed the doctor , an old squaw who had practiced among them many years . The considerate wife left his ...
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... woman speared her fish with every dash , flinging it out on the wet floor where it wriggled and panted for a moment , and when it became quiet was carefully stowed away in a basket by Mrs. Charley . The lake had plenty more and the ...
... woman speared her fish with every dash , flinging it out on the wet floor where it wriggled and panted for a moment , and when it became quiet was carefully stowed away in a basket by Mrs. Charley . The lake had plenty more and the ...
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... woman , puffing a cigarette . A wrinkled old Kanaka , as blind as a bat , and with a lei of red roses around his neck , is feeling his way painfully along in the direction of the steamer . Near by , the good ship Zealandia is unloading ...
... woman , puffing a cigarette . A wrinkled old Kanaka , as blind as a bat , and with a lei of red roses around his neck , is feeling his way painfully along in the direction of the steamer . Near by , the good ship Zealandia is unloading ...
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... woman . Neither Arnold nor the girl went on with the business with which they had come out there . Neither could think of a word to say . He gazed at her at the dark , lus- trous eyes , the wavy black hair , the curves of her bare arms ...
... woman . Neither Arnold nor the girl went on with the business with which they had come out there . Neither could think of a word to say . He gazed at her at the dark , lus- trous eyes , the wavy black hair , the curves of her bare arms ...
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... woman - has other duties besides those to her father ; you have said there was no other happy love ; you left it to a stranger to tell me that a time comes to every girl when she leaves the father for a husband and makes a new home ...
... woman - has other duties besides those to her father ; you have said there was no other happy love ; you left it to a stranger to tell me that a time comes to every girl when she leaves the father for a husband and makes a new home ...
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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.