Oh, Mary, be Careful!J.B. Lippincott, 1917 - 177 pages |
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... moved away . But not Miss Myra ! She stayed in Plainfield - proud , haughty , aloof ; and , as the years went by , it isn't altogether astonishing that she grew somewhat caustic in her wit , somewhat thin in her person , and most ...
... moved away . But not Miss Myra ! She stayed in Plainfield - proud , haughty , aloof ; and , as the years went by , it isn't altogether astonishing that she grew somewhat caustic in her wit , somewhat thin in her person , and most ...
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... moved to the attic , curtains to be put up , frowning rooms to be made cheerful . In fact the old Meacham house had such a stirring up as it hadn't seen for generations ; and when it was done , it fairly glowed with hospitality brass ...
... moved to the attic , curtains to be put up , frowning rooms to be made cheerful . In fact the old Meacham house had such a stirring up as it hadn't seen for generations ; and when it was done , it fairly glowed with hospitality brass ...
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... moved to a hospital , " he said , " if you don't want to be both- ered with him here . " " Bothered with him , indeed ! " cried Mary indignantly . " He didn't mind ' bothering ' to save the house from be- ing burned , and I guess he can ...
... moved to a hospital , " he said , " if you don't want to be both- ered with him here . " " Bothered with him , indeed ! " cried Mary indignantly . " He didn't mind ' bothering ' to save the house from be- ing burned , and I guess he can ...
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... said , " and I'm to give you some medi- cine . " She poured out a spoonful with a shaky hand . Open your mouth , please , " she said , and found her voice shaky too . 66 The cocoon on the pillow moved a little , and 120 CHAPTER IX ...
... said , " and I'm to give you some medi- cine . " She poured out a spoonful with a shaky hand . Open your mouth , please , " she said , and found her voice shaky too . 66 The cocoon on the pillow moved a little , and 120 CHAPTER IX ...
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George Weston. The cocoon on the pillow moved a little , and an indeterminate cavern opened among the bandages , the while two eyes were fastened on Mary's face . " Now ! " she said , and the spoonful of medicine disappeared in such a ...
George Weston. The cocoon on the pillow moved a little , and an indeterminate cavern opened among the bandages , the while two eyes were fastened on Mary's face . " Now ! " she said , and the spoonful of medicine disappeared in such a ...
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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.