The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Volume 4Carson Stewart & Company, 1886 - Literature |
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... heard them say , would rather be shaved with a sharp razor than a dull one . Especially was he beloved by the pretty girls along the Connecticut , whose favor he used to court by presents of the best smoking- tobacco in his stock ...
... heard them say , would rather be shaved with a sharp razor than a dull one . Especially was he beloved by the pretty girls along the Connecticut , whose favor he used to court by presents of the best smoking- tobacco in his stock ...
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... heard of it at seven in the morning , when , in all probability , poor Mr. Higgin- botham's own family had but just discovered his corpse hanging on the St. Michael's pear tree . The stranger on foot must have worn seven - league boots ...
... heard of it at seven in the morning , when , in all probability , poor Mr. Higgin- botham's own family had but just discovered his corpse hanging on the St. Michael's pear tree . The stranger on foot must have worn seven - league boots ...
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... heard it , mister , " answered Dominicus , dropping his half - burnt cigar . " I don't say that I saw the thing done , so I can't take my oath that he was murdered exactly in that way . " 46 But I can take mine , " said the farmer ...
... heard it , mister , " answered Dominicus , dropping his half - burnt cigar . " I don't say that I saw the thing done , so I can't take my oath that he was murdered exactly in that way . " 46 But I can take mine , " said the farmer ...
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... heard a love - tale from it as a tale of murder . in his vanity of heart , forgot his intended . precautions , and , mounting on the town- pump , announced himself as the bearer of the authentic intelligence which had caused so ...
... heard a love - tale from it as a tale of murder . in his vanity of heart , forgot his intended . precautions , and , mounting on the town- pump , announced himself as the bearer of the authentic intelligence which had caused so ...
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... heard me on the stairs , called me to his bedside and gave me two dollars and fifty cents to pay my stage fare , and another dollar for my extra expenses . He then laid his pocket- book under his pillow , shook hands with me and advised ...
... heard me on the stairs , called me to his bedside and gave me two dollars and fifty cents to pay my stage fare , and another dollar for my extra expenses . He then laid his pocket- book under his pillow , shook hands with me and advised ...
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Popular passages
Page 99 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Page 101 - Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 156 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 29 - Oh ! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men as angels without feminine, Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Page 251 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Page 434 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 462 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, — where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, — 'tis naught to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full ; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy.
Page 462 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Page 298 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array ' Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 298 - ... unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...