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Page 517 - But I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.
Page 610 - They will be a revelation to you, they are so sweet, clean, well put up, and withal so efficient. At Dealers Generally CHAS. M.
Page 247 - The apple allied to the thorn, Child of the rose." Washington buried in Virginia, Jackson buried in Tennessee, Young Lincoln, brooding in Illinois, And Johnny Appleseed, priestly and free, Knotted and gnarled, past seventy years, Still planted on in the woods alone. Ohio and young Indiana — These were his wide altar-stone, Where still he burnt out flesh and bone. Twenty days ahead of the Indian, twenty years ahead of the white man, At last the Indian overtook him, at last the Indian hurried past...
Page 678 - Work," he calls it. Another popí/ received oVer $1,000 before completing her first course. Another, a busy bJife and mother, is averaging oVer $75 a Week from photoplay Writing alone* There is no other institution or agency doing so much for writers, young or old. The universities recognize this, for over one hundred members of the English faculties of higher institutions are studying in our Literary Department. The editors recognize it. for they are constantly recommending our courses, • of ihr...
Page 324 - I am like one of those seeds taken out of the Egyptian Pyramids, which, after being three thousand years a seed and nothing but a seed, being planted in English soil, it developed itself, grew to greenness, and then fell to mould.
Page 122 - Sidonian myrtle-flower suddenly, wide and swart, then swiftly, the eye-lids having provoked our hearts — as suddenly beat and close.) I worship the feet, flawless, that haunt the hills — (ah, sweet, dare I think, beneath fetter of golden clasp, of the rhythm, the fall and rise of yours, carven, slight beneath straps of gold that keep their slender beauty caught, like wings and bodies of trapped birds.) I worship the greatest first — (suddenly into my brain — the flash of sun on the snow,...
Page 473 - And the ocean water stirs In salt-worn casemate and porch. Plies the blunt-snouted fish With fire in his skull for torch. And the ringing wires resound; And the unearthly lovely weep, In lament of the music they make In the sullen courts of sleep...
Page 473 - Not even if with a wizard force I might Have summoned whomsoever I would name, Should anyone else have come than he who came, Uncalled, to share with me my fire that night; For though I should have said that all was right, Or right enough, nothing had been the same As when I found him there before the flame, Always a welcome and a useful sight. Unfailing and exuberant all the time, Having no gold he paid with golden rhyme, Of older coinage than his old defeat, A debt that like himself was obsolete...
Page 139 - I love smooth words, like gold-enameled fish Which circle slowly with a silken swish, And tender ones, like downy-feathered birds: Words shy and dappled, deep-eyed deer in herds, Come to my hand, and playful if I wish, Or purring softly at a silver dish, Blue Persian kittens, fed on cream and curds. I love bright words, words up and singing early; Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing; Warm lazy...