Oh, Mary, be Careful!J.B. Lippincott, 1917 - 177 pages |
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... lady , I will pay you fifty thousand dol- lars - here , count it out for yourself- provided you will promise me never to marry ! " Would you take the money ? Wouldn't you ? Are you very sure you wouldn't ? So much for the ladies . A ...
... lady , I will pay you fifty thousand dol- lars - here , count it out for yourself- provided you will promise me never to marry ! " Would you take the money ? Wouldn't you ? Are you very sure you wouldn't ? So much for the ladies . A ...
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... lady ; and Miss Myra suddenly found herself with all the elements of a wedding on her hands - with the rather important exception of a bridegroom . As you can well believe , it was no light matter for the proud Miss Myra . I can picture ...
... lady ; and Miss Myra suddenly found herself with all the elements of a wedding on her hands - with the rather important exception of a bridegroom . As you can well believe , it was no light matter for the proud Miss Myra . I can picture ...
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... showed into a sitting room with that precious baby laying in my arms as good as gold . " Pretty soon in come a grand lady with gray hair and black eyebrows , and such a pair of eyes in her head that I 24 OH , MARY , BE CAREFUL !
... showed into a sitting room with that precious baby laying in my arms as good as gold . " Pretty soon in come a grand lady with gray hair and black eyebrows , and such a pair of eyes in her head that I 24 OH , MARY , BE CAREFUL !
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... Ladies at Hartford , and she returned home to live with her aunt , it wasn't long before she was initi- ated into the mysteries of the Scrap- books , which were used to point many a moral , to adorn many a tale . By that time the ...
... Ladies at Hartford , and she returned home to live with her aunt , it wasn't long before she was initi- ated into the mysteries of the Scrap- books , which were used to point many a moral , to adorn many a tale . By that time the ...
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... lady . You were think- ing about your will . ' " Poor Mary ! I well remember how everybody in Plainfield talked when they heard about that will . Under its provisions Mary received the house on the hill , the twelve hundred acres of ...
... lady . You were think- ing about your will . ' " Poor Mary ! I well remember how everybody in Plainfield talked when they heard about that will . Under its provisions Mary received the house on the hill , the twelve hundred acres of ...
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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.