Oh, Mary, be Careful!J.B. Lippincott, 1917 - 177 pages |
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Page 28
... felt like Mrs. Bluebeard - the more she was told not to do it , the more she felt like open- ing the forbidden door . But I , who know her well and have thought it over , am more inclined to the theory of Mani- fest Destiny 28 OH , MARY ...
... felt like Mrs. Bluebeard - the more she was told not to do it , the more she felt like open- ing the forbidden door . But I , who know her well and have thought it over , am more inclined to the theory of Mani- fest Destiny 28 OH , MARY ...
Page 41
... felt that Man was a much abused creature who needed someone to take his part . Yes , the more Mary read the more she felt like cham- pioning the Cause of Man , like " stick- ing up " for him , defending him against traducers and ...
... felt that Man was a much abused creature who needed someone to take his part . Yes , the more Mary read the more she felt like cham- pioning the Cause of Man , like " stick- ing up " for him , defending him against traducers and ...
Page 59
... felt you were calling on a rich old uncle who intended first to make you laugh and then to slip a handful of money in your pocket and pat you on the back and whisper : " Don't you say a word to a soul , my dear , but there's plenty more ...
... felt you were calling on a rich old uncle who intended first to make you laugh and then to slip a handful of money in your pocket and pat you on the back and whisper : " Don't you say a word to a soul , my dear , but there's plenty more ...
Page 64
... felt it the worst . The house seemed to grow silent and sad , as though it were brood- ing over the long years when Miss Myra had lived there in bitter seclusion . Or sometimes , as in all old houses , strange noises made themselves ...
... felt it the worst . The house seemed to grow silent and sad , as though it were brood- ing over the long years when Miss Myra had lived there in bitter seclusion . Or sometimes , as in all old houses , strange noises made themselves ...
Page 65
... felt on the morning when she started out on her wonderful adventure . If you had seen her when she reached the Plainfield Station , all ready to start upon the Great Search , you wouldn't have thought she was feeling any pre- monition ...
... felt on the morning when she started out on her wonderful adventure . If you had seen her when she reached the Plainfield Station , all ready to start upon the Great Search , you wouldn't have thought she was feeling any pre- monition ...
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Page 73 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Page 84 - O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 74 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Page 152 - ... Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died!
Page 84 - O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
Page 151 - He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the roadside fell and perished, Weary with the march of life!
Page 149 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 149 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps...
Page 153 - Instead, of course, she went straight to her own room; and, after carefully closing the door, she threw herself across the foot of the bed, her face buried in her hands, in that immemorial posture which I have already mentioned.