Ingalls of Kansas: A Character StudyThe author, 1909 - 232 pages |
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... March he wrote to Con- stance : The wind is east , and has been in the same quarter most of the time for several weeks , with fogs , vapors , mists and dismal lamentations by night , as if we were by the sea instead of five hundred ...
... March he wrote to Con- stance : The wind is east , and has been in the same quarter most of the time for several weeks , with fogs , vapors , mists and dismal lamentations by night , as if we were by the sea instead of five hundred ...
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... march : a quat- rain of negroes blowing " harmonicums " at night , minor chords and nocturnes on a piano with low notes and plenty of pedal for vibration lingering on the sense : a bell faintly ringing beyond a for- est such things ...
... march : a quat- rain of negroes blowing " harmonicums " at night , minor chords and nocturnes on a piano with low notes and plenty of pedal for vibration lingering on the sense : a bell faintly ringing beyond a for- est such things ...
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... March 15 , 1812 , and will be eighty - eight years old in a few weeks . She is a very remarkable woman physically and mentally . She never had much strength , and her health always seemed fragile . She suffered greatly in her earlier ...
... March 15 , 1812 , and will be eighty - eight years old in a few weeks . She is a very remarkable woman physically and mentally . She never had much strength , and her health always seemed fragile . She suffered greatly in her earlier ...
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... March 6 . He came in here with a pile of manuscript bigger than a Hebrew Talmud - sweltering venom sleep- ing got . I can excuse unpremeditated assaults . There is something in chance medley and hot foot that is excusable , but the ...
... March 6 . He came in here with a pile of manuscript bigger than a Hebrew Talmud - sweltering venom sleep- ing got . I can excuse unpremeditated assaults . There is something in chance medley and hot foot that is excusable , but the ...
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... April , 1861 ? MR . VOORHEES . Yes . MR . INGALLS . December , January , February , March four months afterwards . MR . VOORHEES . Yes ; inaccuracy is written on your face . MR . INGALLS . Within four months from the time 173 POLITICS.
... April , 1861 ? MR . VOORHEES . Yes . MR . INGALLS . December , January , February , March four months afterwards . MR . VOORHEES . Yes ; inaccuracy is written on your face . MR . INGALLS . Within four months from the time 173 POLITICS.
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Page 86 - ... or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was : and the spirit shall return unto GOD Who gave it.
Page 3 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 133 - Master of human destinies am I ! Fame, love and fortune on my footsteps wait. Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by Hovel and mart and palace, soon or late I knock unbidden once at every gate! If sleeping, wake: if feasting, rise before I turn away. It is the hour of fate...
Page 134 - Dost Thou behold Thy lost youth all aghast? Dost reel from righteous retribution's blow? Then turn from blotted archives of the past And find the future's pages white as snow. Art Thou a mourner? rouse Thee from Thy spell; Art Thou a sinner? Sins may be forgiven; Each morning gives Thee wings to flee from Hell, Each night a star to guide Thy feet to Heaven.
Page 135 - Had I a sword of keener steel — That blue blade that the king's son bears, — but this Blunt thing — !" he snapt and flung it from his hand, And lowering crept away and left the field. Then came the king's son, wounded, sore bestead, And weaponless, and saw the broken sword, Hilt-buried in the dry and trodden sand, And ran and snatched it, and with battle shout Lifted afresh, he hewed his enemy down, And saved a great cause that heroic day.
Page 74 - I AM the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me, shall never die.
Page 85 - I have no pleasure in them; while the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain: in the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease, because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened...
Page 135 - THIS I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream: — 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 ! ' — he snapt and flung it from his hand, And lowering crept away...
Page 28 - I have nourished and brought up children, and they have rebelled against me. The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master's crib : but Israel doth not know, my people doth not consider.
Page 134 - Weep not for golden ages on the wane! Each night I burn the records of the day; At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb; My judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Tho' deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep; I lend my arm to all who say, "I can!