Century Monthly Magazine, Volume 106Josiah Gilbert Holland, Richard Watson Gilder Century Company, 1923 - American literature |
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... coming home when he heard all the fuss , and got frightened because he had picked up and spent a ten- dollar bill that fell out of a car window and said nothing about it . He thought it might be that , and got rattled , and just turned ...
... coming home when he heard all the fuss , and got frightened because he had picked up and spent a ten- dollar bill that fell out of a car window and said nothing about it . He thought it might be that , and got rattled , and just turned ...
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... coming back here ! O God , why should he be out of it and not me ? Every- body but me ! " " Ocean . Sail across the ocean . Swim across- 99 and frightful envy . By the fourth day he might not know if it was Cottonville and Pleasantly ...
... coming back here ! O God , why should he be out of it and not me ? Every- body but me ! " " Ocean . Sail across the ocean . Swim across- 99 and frightful envy . By the fourth day he might not know if it was Cottonville and Pleasantly ...
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... coming back to a Malay after running amuck . The air was quite still ; it was going to be a hot day . In the east hung sheets of green and yellow , and above the low horizon a long piece of faint red . Suddenly Jim Nicholls , his out ...
... coming back to a Malay after running amuck . The air was quite still ; it was going to be a hot day . In the east hung sheets of green and yellow , and above the low horizon a long piece of faint red . Suddenly Jim Nicholls , his out ...
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... coming down with a sword to help . " The thought closed . There was n't any angel ; the sun went out . Hate and hate . Even , even , to get even ! Ancient affection for his drug - shop went out like a blown lamp . Great bottles and jars ...
... coming down with a sword to help . " The thought closed . There was n't any angel ; the sun went out . Hate and hate . Even , even , to get even ! Ancient affection for his drug - shop went out like a blown lamp . Great bottles and jars ...
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... coming up in the bones . If you will notice , it brings to us all a certain restlessness of body and mind . Something very old comes up in all our bones . Night by night the moon thickened , and in the day the sun was hot . The drought ...
... coming up in the bones . If you will notice , it brings to us all a certain restlessness of body and mind . Something very old comes up in all our bones . Night by night the moon thickened , and in the day the sun was hot . The drought ...
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Page 301 - My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends — It gives a lovely light!
Page 609 - This pattern of things continued into the last years of the nineteenth century and the first years of the twentieth...
Page 775 - And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them: Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Page 300 - About the trees my arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky...
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Page 302 - I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome from another part Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear. No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing; And I have loved you all too long and well To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring. Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes, I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums, That you may hail anew the bird and rose When I come back to you, as summer...
Page 303 - Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare. Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace, And lay them prone upon the earth and cease To ponder on themselves, the while they stare At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere In shapes of shifting lineage; let geese Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release From dusty bondage into luminous air. O blinding hour, O holy, terrible day, When first the shaft into his vision shone Of light anatomized! Euclid alone Has looked on Beauty bare.
Page 82 - The Old West had been settled by dreamers, great-hearted adventurers who were unpractical to the point of magnificence ; a courteous brotherhood, strong in attack but weak in defence, who could conquer but could not hold. Now all the vast territory they had won was to be at the mercy of men like Ivy Peters, who had never dared anything, never risked anything.
Page 299 - All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked the other way, And saw three islands in a bay.
Page 542 - There's many a strong farmer Whose heart would break in two, If he could see the townland That we are riding to; Boughs have their fruit and blossom At all times of the year; Rivers are running over With red beer and brown beer.