The Overland Monthly, Volum 15A. Roman & Company, 1875 |
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Pàgina 24
... turned his back upon his excesses and dissipations , and gave hostage to society for his good intentions , his farm was in danger of being snatched away , and with it the ac- cumulations of years of toil . Therefore he execrated his ...
... turned his back upon his excesses and dissipations , and gave hostage to society for his good intentions , his farm was in danger of being snatched away , and with it the ac- cumulations of years of toil . Therefore he execrated his ...
Pàgina 27
... turned with disfavor from the delicacies with which Fred sought to tempt her appetite . " I shall soon follow my sisters , " she mused to her- self . " Fred must take me home and lay me beside them . Poor mamma shall never know I died ...
... turned with disfavor from the delicacies with which Fred sought to tempt her appetite . " I shall soon follow my sisters , " she mused to her- self . " Fred must take me home and lay me beside them . Poor mamma shall never know I died ...
Pàgina 30
... turned to see Norman Rogers ly- ing on the gaudy flowers of the carpet , shot through the heart . With a cry of affright and remorse she flung herself beside him , imploring , " Forgive me , my love , forgive me ! " A crowd of men and ...
... turned to see Norman Rogers ly- ing on the gaudy flowers of the carpet , shot through the heart . With a cry of affright and remorse she flung herself beside him , imploring , " Forgive me , my love , forgive me ! " A crowd of men and ...
Pàgina 32
... turned to the wall and closed her eyes . A week later Fred carried her to the arm - chair in the shade of the weeping- oak . She had never since her delirium attempted to take up the tangled skein of thought , but to - day she essayed ...
... turned to the wall and closed her eyes . A week later Fred carried her to the arm - chair in the shade of the weeping- oak . She had never since her delirium attempted to take up the tangled skein of thought , but to - day she essayed ...
Pàgina 42
... turned up like sled - runners . He had attempted to tuck the ragged whipped - out ends of his blue overalls into the tops of them , but they were so subdued from their former high estate that they clung in many wrinkles around his ...
... turned up like sled - runners . He had attempted to tuck the ragged whipped - out ends of his blue overalls into the tops of them , but they were so subdued from their former high estate that they clung in many wrinkles around his ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 137 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth...
Pàgina 234 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law...
Pàgina 457 - And from thence, when the brethren heard of us, they came to meet us as far as Appii Forum, and the Three Taverns ; whom when Paul saw, he thanked God, and took courage.
Pàgina 537 - In the scene that ensued I did not take a hand, But the floor it was strewed Like the leaves on the strand With the cards that Ah Sin had been hiding In the game
Pàgina 141 - But the day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night; in the which the heavens shall pass away with a great noise, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat, the earth also and the works that are therein shall be burned up. Seeing then that all these things shall be dissolved, what manner of persons ought ye to be in all holy conversation and godliness, looking for and hasting unto the coming of the day of God, wherein the heavens being on fire shall be dissolved, and the elements shall...
Pàgina 538 - ... painted The ruddy tints of health On haggard face and form that drooped and fainted In the fierce race for wealth. Till one arose, and from his pack's scant treasure A hoarded volume drew. And cards were dropped from hands of listless leisure To hear the tale anew. And then, while round them shadows gathered faster. And as the fire-light fell, He read aloud the book wherein the Master Had writ of "Little Nell.
Pàgina 143 - Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be! Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss, Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope. He dies, and makes no sign.
Pàgina 141 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Pàgina 538 - ... when A chunk of old red sandstone took him in the abdomen, And he smiled a kind of sickly smile, and curled up on the floor, And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more. For, in less time than I write it, every member did engage In a warfare with the remnants of a palaeozoic age; And the way they heaved those fossils in their anger was a sin, Till the skull of an old mammoth caved the head of Thompson in.
Pàgina 358 - In the spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.