Oh, Mary, be Careful!J.B. Lippincott, 1917 - 177 pages |
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... perhaps Miss Myra rather overdid her teaching ; and , in the second place , perhaps 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 ...
... perhaps Miss Myra rather overdid her teaching ; and , in the second place , perhaps 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 ...
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... perhaps I shall make a good pianist . " She started with enthusiasm , having a tuner come up from Norwich , and sending to Boston for a fresh supply of music . But somehow , every time she played a waltz she fancied herself danc- ing ...
... perhaps I shall make a good pianist . " She started with enthusiasm , having a tuner come up from Norwich , and sending to Boston for a fresh supply of music . But somehow , every time she played a waltz she fancied herself danc- ing ...
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... perhaps , I may publish " Why Mary Shouldn't Marry " ; first , because it was a master- piece of its kind ; and , second , because each argument was supported by inci- dents cited from the Scrapbooks . But , before I go any farther , I ...
... perhaps , I may publish " Why Mary Shouldn't Marry " ; first , because it was a master- piece of its kind ; and , second , because each argument was supported by inci- dents cited from the Scrapbooks . But , before I go any farther , I ...
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... perhaps because she didn't know herself just what she wanted , perhaps because she didn't like to put it into words . It may be that all she wanted was to play heroine to a handsome young hero , or it may have been admira- tion or ...
... perhaps because she didn't know herself just what she wanted , perhaps because she didn't like to put it into words . It may be that all she wanted was to play heroine to a handsome young hero , or it may have been admira- tion or ...
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... Perhaps you will think that this was a lot to do on the strength of one glance , but , for my part , I am will- ing to wager that Will Spencer had heard a thing or two about Mary from his sister Edith . She owns the loveliest house ...
... Perhaps you will think that this was a lot to do on the strength of one glance , but , for my part , I am will- ing to wager that Will Spencer had heard a thing or two about Mary from his sister Edith . She owns the loveliest house ...
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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.