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... ness . Then , because the conviction is forced upon him , his lips utter a sub- dued but savage curse . Outraged sentiment and shocked conscience arise and upbraid him , and a demoniac per- verseness urges him to frame defenses against ...
... ness . Then , because the conviction is forced upon him , his lips utter a sub- dued but savage curse . Outraged sentiment and shocked conscience arise and upbraid him , and a demoniac per- verseness urges him to frame defenses against ...
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... ness of the deep night - quiet that shrouds all things in its mysterious veil , and a more unearthly sense of quietude with- in , which seem to be superior to all other emotion . He can hear the throb- bing of his own heart , but he ...
... ness of the deep night - quiet that shrouds all things in its mysterious veil , and a more unearthly sense of quietude with- in , which seem to be superior to all other emotion . He can hear the throb- bing of his own heart , but he ...
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... ness , just as if nothing had happened . Let him wonder why he did it . Let every one wonder , if they like . When a man is weary of the world , he has a right to die : his life is his own . But why not ? Yes , certainly ; it will ...
... ness , just as if nothing had happened . Let him wonder why he did it . Let every one wonder , if they like . When a man is weary of the world , he has a right to die : his life is his own . But why not ? Yes , certainly ; it will ...
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... ness , and blows it away like a wind ! One wild leap of his heart , which drives the blood through every artery , and then , stricken with a paralysis of fright , he listens in the curdling silence ! The glass has fallen from his hand ...
... ness , and blows it away like a wind ! One wild leap of his heart , which drives the blood through every artery , and then , stricken with a paralysis of fright , he listens in the curdling silence ! The glass has fallen from his hand ...
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... ness is the pe - culiar feature of this establishment . Mind that , you young Mandingo cuss in the corner , or you'll get your hide trimmed smart , you may bet your life on it ! " Mr. Ginn has certain prominent con- versational ...
... ness is the pe - culiar feature of this establishment . Mind that , you young Mandingo cuss in the corner , or you'll get your hide trimmed smart , you may bet your life on it ! " Mr. Ginn has certain prominent con- versational ...
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Página 391 - I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Página 121 - MY LOST YOUTH. OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear- old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 585 - SHOULD you ask me, whence these stories ? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest, With the dew and damp of meadows, With the curling smoke of wigwams, With the rushing of great rivers, With their frequent repetitions, And their wild reverberations, As of thunder in the mountains?
Página 387 - Peace sitting under her olive, and slurring the days gone by, When the poor are hovell'd and hustled together, each sex, like swine, When only the ledger lives, and when only not all men lie; Peace in her vineyard - yes!
Página 587 - ... in the air of morning, Touched his forehead with its tassels, Said, with one long sigh of sorrow, '
Página 122 - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy's brain; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still: "A boy's will is the winds will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 390 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Página 586 - And the evening sun descending Set the clouds on fire with redness, Burned the broad sky, like a prairie, Left upon the level water, One long track and trail of splendor, Down whose stream, as down a river, Westward, westward Hiawatha Sailed into the fiery sunset, Sailed into the purple vapors, Sailed into the dusk of evening.
Página 122 - And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 387 - I flee from the cruel madness of love, The honey of poison-flowers and all the measureless ill. Ah Maud, you milkwhite fawn, you are all unmeet for a wife. Your mother is mute in her grave as her image in marble above; Your father is ever in London, you wander about at your will; You have but fed on the roses and lain in the lilies of life.