Echoes of the Aesthetic Society of Jersey CityThompson and Moreau, 1882 - 255 oldal |
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23. oldal
... look through the window again , With eyes that are changed since the old time , And the sting of an exquisite pain . ' Tis not much that I see for a picture , Through boughs that are green with spring , - A barn with its roof gray and ...
... look through the window again , With eyes that are changed since the old time , And the sting of an exquisite pain . ' Tis not much that I see for a picture , Through boughs that are green with spring , - A barn with its roof gray and ...
30. oldal
... look at dat , see what ( GRETCHEN you done- you gone pull out a whole handful of hair . What you want to do a ting like dat for ? You must want a bald headed husband , don'd you ? GRETCHEN . Who was that you called a wild cat ? RIP ...
... look at dat , see what ( GRETCHEN you done- you gone pull out a whole handful of hair . What you want to do a ting like dat for ? You must want a bald headed husband , don'd you ? GRETCHEN . Who was that you called a wild cat ? RIP ...
57. oldal
... looks on , with hard grimace Upon his leering , painted face ; The tyrant of the ring walks round And cracks his whip with pistol sound ; The crowd applauds - now faster yet , With galop and with pirouette ! Our blood is up , we know no ...
... looks on , with hard grimace Upon his leering , painted face ; The tyrant of the ring walks round And cracks his whip with pistol sound ; The crowd applauds - now faster yet , With galop and with pirouette ! Our blood is up , we know no ...
59. oldal
... Look , lovers ' eyes , for what you prize , Into each other's love - lit eyes ! Be merry if you can , I know What fools you are , but even so , I envy you the happy lot Of being fooled — as I am not . But if my chance in life had been ...
... Look , lovers ' eyes , for what you prize , Into each other's love - lit eyes ! Be merry if you can , I know What fools you are , but even so , I envy you the happy lot Of being fooled — as I am not . But if my chance in life had been ...
70. oldal
... look - out for a governess and enemy . The first opportunity he was coming to Plainacres , and in- tended to see his Bella or die . Was he not twenty - three and she seventeen ? Were they to waste their lives at a spinster's bidding ...
... look - out for a governess and enemy . The first opportunity he was coming to Plainacres , and in- tended to see his Bella or die . Was he not twenty - three and she seventeen ? Were they to waste their lives at a spinster's bidding ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
14. oldal - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
144. oldal - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
46. oldal - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
118. oldal - STILL sits the school-house by the road, A ragged beggar sunning ; Around it still the sumachs grow, And blackberry- vines are running. Within, the master's desk is seen, Deep scarred by raps official ; The warping floor, the battered seats, The jack-knife's carved initial ; The charcoal...
12. oldal - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
236. oldal - IN a valley, centuries ago, Grew a little fern-leaf green and slender, Veining delicate and fibres tender ; Waving when the wind crept down so low. Rushes tall and moss and grass grew round it, Playful sunbeams darted in and found it, Drops of dew stole in by night and crowned it, But no foot of man e'er trod that way : Earth was young and keeping holiday.
241. oldal - Lord! hast power to save. I know thou wilt not slight my call, For thou dost mark the sparrow's fall; And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep.
235. oldal - I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
145. oldal - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek...
119. oldal - For near her stood the little boy Her childish favor singled, His cap pulled low upon a face Where pride and shame were mingled. Pushing with restless feet the snow To right and left, he lingered; As restlessly her tiny hands The blue-checked apron fingered.