Scribner's Magazine, Volume 75Edward Livermore Burlingame, Robert Bridges, Alfred Sheppard Dashiell, Harlan Logan Charles Scribners Sons, 1924 |
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... NIGHT'S ENTERTAINMENT . ( A STORY ) , Illustrations by Johan Bull . .GEORGE MARVIN , 433 Press , HARGER , CHARLES MOREAU . The Changing Country HARVEY , ALICE . " Some Modern Music . " ( SKETCHES ) , HARVEY , E. NEWTON . Trapping the ...
... NIGHT'S ENTERTAINMENT . ( A STORY ) , Illustrations by Johan Bull . .GEORGE MARVIN , 433 Press , HARGER , CHARLES MOREAU . The Changing Country HARVEY , ALICE . " Some Modern Music . " ( SKETCHES ) , HARVEY , E. NEWTON . Trapping the ...
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... night fell I encountered one of the political anomalies of the Balkans . Reaching the Bulgarian border , we came not to Turkey , but to a thin band of Greek territory , jutting up at this point between the two other nations . This strip ...
... night fell I encountered one of the political anomalies of the Balkans . Reaching the Bulgarian border , we came not to Turkey , but to a thin band of Greek territory , jutting up at this point between the two other nations . This strip ...
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... Night came And then The smoking chimneys changed And did become Some tall pines Reaching to the stars . A little breeze had blown All of the daytime's fog And grime and murkiness away . The river gleamed Mysterious In black and silver ...
... Night came And then The smoking chimneys changed And did become Some tall pines Reaching to the stars . A little breeze had blown All of the daytime's fog And grime and murkiness away . The river gleamed Mysterious In black and silver ...
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... night Andrew , having brought Mrs. Pomeroy home from the parting on the Boston pier , was wandering in his usual deserted manner of these days to his own home . Betty Wilson was stoop- ing to lock the door of the post - office ...
... night Andrew , having brought Mrs. Pomeroy home from the parting on the Boston pier , was wandering in his usual deserted manner of these days to his own home . Betty Wilson was stoop- ing to lock the door of the post - office ...
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... night - wind's lone refrain- But oh , my long - loved voices , they heard them not at all . Love - low and tender , they call to me so clear , The dear remembered voices that only I can hear . ' Tis strange to know they see it with only ...
... night - wind's lone refrain- But oh , my long - loved voices , they heard them not at all . Love - low and tender , they call to me so clear , The dear remembered voices that only I can hear . ' Tis strange to know they see it with only ...
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...