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... Fall Sea - shore For Ronald in his Grave 177 177 179 HENRY JAMES , JR . Beautiful England Two Modern Types The Sorrowful World of Turgénieff Miss Daisy Miller of Schenectady , U. S. The Lifting of a Veil The Glory of Niagara CLARENCE ...
... Fall Sea - shore For Ronald in his Grave 177 177 179 HENRY JAMES , JR . Beautiful England Two Modern Types The Sorrowful World of Turgénieff Miss Daisy Miller of Schenectady , U. S. The Lifting of a Veil The Glory of Niagara CLARENCE ...
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... fall ; Then in the darkness I heard him call : " Run for your life , Jake ! Run for your wife's sake ! Don't wait for me . " And that was all Heard in the din , Heard of Tom Flynn , - Flynn of Virginia . That's all about Flynn of ...
... fall ; Then in the darkness I heard him call : " Run for your life , Jake ! Run for your wife's sake ! Don't wait for me . " And that was all Heard in the din , Heard of Tom Flynn , - Flynn of Virginia . That's all about Flynn of ...
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... fall , and adding that " it was a warm night , " again mopped his face with his handkerchief , and without another word withdrew . The two men never again met each other alive . For the unparalleled in- sult of a bribe offered to Judge ...
... fall , and adding that " it was a warm night , " again mopped his face with his handkerchief , and without another word withdrew . The two men never again met each other alive . For the unparalleled in- sult of a bribe offered to Judge ...
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... . KNOW I not whom thou mayst be Carved upon this olive - tree , — " Manuela of La Torre , " For , around on broken walls Summer sun and Spring rain falls , And in vain 1861-88 ] 21 FRANCIS BRET HARTE . Guild's Signal At the Hacienda.
... . KNOW I not whom thou mayst be Carved upon this olive - tree , — " Manuela of La Torre , " For , around on broken walls Summer sun and Spring rain falls , And in vain 1861-88 ] 21 FRANCIS BRET HARTE . Guild's Signal At the Hacienda.
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... falls , And in vain the low wind calls " Manuela of La Torre . " Of that song no words remain But the musical refrain : " Manuela of La Torre . " Yet at night , when winds are still , Tinkles on the distant hill A guitar , and words ...
... falls , And in vain the low wind calls " Manuela of La Torre . " Of that song no words remain But the musical refrain : " Manuela of La Torre . " Yet at night , when winds are still , Tinkles on the distant hill A guitar , and words ...
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Page 138 - High o'er the hills of Habersham, Veiling the valleys of Hall, The hickory told me manifold Fair tales of shade, the poplar tall Wrought me her shadowy self to hold, The chestnut, the oak, the walnut, the pine, Overleaning, with flickering meaning and sign, Said, Pass not, so cold, these manifold Deep shades of the hills of Habersham, These glades in the valleys of Hall.
Page 89 - There spread a cloud of dust along a plain ; And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince's banner Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes. A craven hung along the battle's edge, And thought, ' Had I a sword of keener steel — That blue blade that the king's son bears — but this Blunt thing.
Page 89 - The royal feast was done; the King Sought some new sport to banish care. And to his jester cried: "Sir Fool, Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!" The jester doffed his cap and bells. And stood the mocking court before; They could not see the bitter smile Behind the painted grin he wore. He bowed his head, and bent his knee Upon the monarch's silken stool ; His pleading voice arose: "O Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool ! "No pity. Lord, could change the heart From red with wrong to white as wool: The...
Page 2 - The pines rocked, the storm eddied and whirled above the miserable group, and the flames of their altar leaped heavenward as if in token of the vow.
Page 4 - They slept all that day and the next, nor did they waken when voices and footsteps broke the silence of the camp. And when pitying fingers brushed the snow from their wan faces, you could scarcely have told from the equal peace that dwelt upon them which was she that had sinned.
Page 122 - When I think of the paths steep and stony Where the feet of the dear ones must go ; Of the mountains of sin hanging o'er them, Of the...
Page 11 - ... homely catafalque. But whether from the narrowing of the road or some present sense of decorum, as the cart passed on, the company fell to the rear in couples, keeping step, and otherwise assuming the external show of a formal procession. Jack Folinsbee, who had at the outset played a funeral march in dumb show upon an imaginary trombone, desisted from a lack of sympathy and appreciation, — not having, perhaps, your true humorist's capacity to be content with the enjoyment of his own fun.
Page 139 - And oft in the hills of Habersham, And oft in the valleys of Hall...
Page 139 - Downward, to toil and be mixed with the main. The dry fields burn, and the mills are to turn, And a myriad flowers mortally yearn, And the lordly main from beyond the plain Calls o'er the hills of Habersham, Calls through the valleys of Hall.
Page x - Thar in the drift back to the wall he held the timbers ready to fall ; then in the darkness I heard him call — " Run for your life, Jake! Run for your wife's sake! Don't wait for me.