Scribner's Magazine, Svazek 75Edward Livermore Burlingame, Robert Bridges, Alfred Sheppard Dashiell, Harlan Logan Charles Scribners Sons, 1924 |
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Strana 31
... face of spring- But through the veil herself she sees . The sun is gay as it filters through ; Close we ride and at last I cling For a golden moment close to you , And the veil is gone from the face of spring . Lurline , in full costume ...
... face of spring- But through the veil herself she sees . The sun is gay as it filters through ; Close we ride and at last I cling For a golden moment close to you , And the veil is gone from the face of spring . Lurline , in full costume ...
Strana 38
... face . " What have we got here ? " the bored man with glasses asked of his comrade . The light cast cruel shadows on the girl's thin face . She was not without cosmetics , which added to the touching grotesqueness of her looks . In a ...
... face . " What have we got here ? " the bored man with glasses asked of his comrade . The light cast cruel shadows on the girl's thin face . She was not without cosmetics , which added to the touching grotesqueness of her looks . In a ...
Strana 39
... face that had lost none of its amiability and loveliness of expression . Yet she looked sadly worn . Only in the middle twenties , she might already have passed years in the career she was plan- ning to enter . Her faded blue eyes had ...
... face that had lost none of its amiability and loveliness of expression . Yet she looked sadly worn . Only in the middle twenties , she might already have passed years in the career she was plan- ning to enter . Her faded blue eyes had ...
Strana 49
... faces , they saw them not at all . Wide - eyed and wistful , so dear they are to me , The little fleeting faces that only I can see . ' Tis strange they do not hear them , the voice - sweet echoes falling In unforgotten cadences of ...
... faces , they saw them not at all . Wide - eyed and wistful , so dear they are to me , The little fleeting faces that only I can see . ' Tis strange they do not hear them , the voice - sweet echoes falling In unforgotten cadences of ...
Strana 55
... face of such an issue , he could turn to his coffee with avidity . It was muddy and lukewarm ! " My dear , " he said - the endearment had a sandpaper grate- " can't this cook cook ? " " Did we ever have a cook who could cook until I ...
... face of such an issue , he could turn to his coffee with avidity . It was muddy and lukewarm ! " My dear , " he said - the endearment had a sandpaper grate- " can't this cook cook ? " " Did we ever have a cook who could cook until I ...
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Strana 171 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Strana 23 - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Strana 621 - My own being which I know to be becomes of more consequence to me than the crowds of Shadows in the shape of men and women that inhabit a Kingdom. The soul is a world of itself, and has enough to do in its own home.
Strana 676 - And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Strana 646 - I cannot but think it an evil sign of a people when their houses are built to last for one generation only. There is a sanctity in a good man's house which cannot be renewed in every tenement that rises on its ruins : and I believe that good men would generally feel this ; and that having spent their lives happily and...
Strana 646 - ... in the hope of leaving the places they have built, and live in the hope of forgetting the years that they have lived; when the comfort, the peace, the religion of home have ceased to be felt; and the crowded tenements of a struggling and restless population differ only from the tents of the Arab or the Gypsy by their less healthy openness to the air of heaven, and less happy choice of their spot of earth; by their sacrifice of liberty without the gain of rest, and of stability without the luxury...
Strana 646 - ... minuteness, alike without difference and without fellowship, as solitary as similar — not merely with the careless disgust of an offended eye, not merely with sorrow for a desecrated landscape, but with a painful foreboding that the roots of our national greatness must be deeply cankered when they are thus loosely struck in their native ground ; that those comfortless and...
Strana 511 - I may quarrel with Mr. Dickens's art a thousand and a thousand times : I delight and wonder at his genius. I recognize in it — I speak with awe and reverence — a commission from that Divine Beneficence, whose blessed task we know it will one day be to wipe every tear from every eye. Thankfully I take my share of the feast of love and kindness which this gentle and generous and charitable soul has contributed...
Strana 687 - The Gods are happy. They turn on all sides Their shining eyes : And see, below them, The Earth, and men. '> They see Tiresias Sitting, staff in hand, On the warm, grassy Asopus' bank : His robe drawn over His old, sightless head : Revolving inly The doom of Thebes. They see the Centaurs In the upper glens Of Pelion, in the streams, Where...