A Library of American Literature... |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 55
Page 17
... step in and see how things was gittin ' on with Tennessee thar , -my pardner . It's a hot night . I disremember any sich weather before on the Bar . " He paused a moment , but nobody volunteering any other meteorological recollection ...
... step in and see how things was gittin ' on with Tennessee thar , -my pardner . It's a hot night . I disremember any sich weather before on the Bar . " He paused a moment , but nobody volunteering any other meteorological recollection ...
Page 19
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Page 41
... step backward ; and Farragut was there , the sailor without an equal ; and the un- failing Sherman , and the patient Thomas , and the intrepid Hancock , and the fiery Sheridan , and the brilliant Custer , and many of lesser rank , who ...
... step backward ; and Farragut was there , the sailor without an equal ; and the un- failing Sherman , and the patient Thomas , and the intrepid Hancock , and the fiery Sheridan , and the brilliant Custer , and many of lesser rank , who ...
Page 42
... steps upon a single grave may well overcome the strongest man when he looks upon the face of his country scarred with bat- tle - fields like these , and considers what blood of manhood was rudely wasted there . And the slain were mostly ...
... steps upon a single grave may well overcome the strongest man when he looks upon the face of his country scarred with bat- tle - fields like these , and considers what blood of manhood was rudely wasted there . And the slain were mostly ...
Page 69
... step nor voice , Nor any happy advent come to break The watch we keep alone - for dear love's sake ! Y A QUIET HOUSE . My house is quiet now - so still ! All day I hear the ticking clock ; The hours are numbered ; clear and shrill ...
... step nor voice , Nor any happy advent come to break The watch we keep alone - for dear love's sake ! Y A QUIET HOUSE . My house is quiet now - so still ! All day I hear the ticking clock ; The hours are numbered ; clear and shrill ...
Contents
317 | |
325 | |
331 | |
337 | |
347 | |
356 | |
364 | |
371 | |
62 | |
68 | |
74 | |
80 | |
85 | |
96 | |
104 | |
111 | |
120 | |
128 | |
137 | |
145 | |
151 | |
158 | |
164 | |
171 | |
177 | |
197 | |
206 | |
215 | |
219 | |
225 | |
236 | |
244 | |
252 | |
259 | |
275 | |
282 | |
293 | |
303 | |
311 | |
379 | |
392 | |
405 | |
415 | |
421 | |
422 | |
433 | |
439 | |
451 | |
465 | |
480 | |
481 | |
510 | |
518 | |
528 | |
529 | |
544 | |
545 | |
553 | |
562 | |
571 | |
577 | |
582 | |
593 | |
609 | |
615 | |
616 | |
Common terms and phrases
ain't American Amicus Curiæ answered arms asked beautiful BORN breath Brer Fox Brer Rabbit called child Count Tolstoi cried dark dead dear death Doctor Don Quixote door dream eyes face father feel feet fell Ferrol fire Free Joe girl give hair hand head hear heard heart heaven Henry Bergh hour human kiss knew L'Assommoir lady laugh light lips Litchfield live loco-focos looked Lord Madame marshes of Glynn mind morning Mossy mother Mother Shipton nature never night Oakhurst once passed Pindar play protectionist rose seemed side silence smile song soul sound spirit stood sweet talk tell Tennessee's Partner thee thing thou thought tion told took turned Ujiji Unyanyembe Villivicencio voice wait watch wife wind Winterbourne woman words young Zaandam
Popular passages
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.