Oh, Mary, be Careful!J.B. Lippincott, 1917 - 177 pages |
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... play prodigiously long pieces of dance music . And when he was tired of playing he would tilt back in his chair , the accor- dion resting on his knee , a corncob pipe in the corner of his mouth , and tell what a great family the ...
... play prodigiously long pieces of dance music . And when he was tired of playing he would tilt back in his chair , the accor- dion resting on his knee , a corncob pipe in the corner of his mouth , and tell what a great family the ...
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... play a tune on a comb and paper . So I washed the baby and dressed it up as pretty as I could , using some of the things that had been laying in my trunk for over twenty years , ever since my own little girl died . " And sure enough ...
... play a tune on a comb and paper . So I washed the baby and dressed it up as pretty as I could , using some of the things that had been laying in my trunk for over twenty years , ever since my own little girl died . " And sure enough ...
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... play any tricks on her . I told her my story , and she looked at the baby as if she'd never seen one before . " " It's a fine child for its age , ma'am , ' says I , ' you weigh it and see . ' I held it toward her , and her arms came out ...
... play any tricks on her . I told her my story , and she looked at the baby as if she'd never seen one before . " " It's a fine child for its age , ma'am , ' says I , ' you weigh it and see . ' I held it toward her , and her arms came out ...
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... played a waltz she fancied herself danc- ing with a devoted young admirer ; and whenever she played a wedding march she visualized a bride slowly sweeping up the aisle , a bride whose resemblance to Miss Mary Meacham was quite re ...
... played a waltz she fancied herself danc- ing with a devoted young admirer ; and whenever she played a wedding march she visualized a bride slowly sweeping up the aisle , a bride whose resemblance to Miss Mary Meacham was quite re ...
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... played a lullaby she dreamed such pure , inno- cent dreams that she almost fancied her- self rocking a cradle with the point of her shoe instead of gently depressing a piano pedal . No ; as Mary soon found out , music didn't help her to ...
... played a lullaby she dreamed such pure , inno- cent dreams that she almost fancied her- self rocking a cradle with the point of her shoe instead of gently depressing a piano pedal . No ; as Mary soon found out , music didn't help her to ...
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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.