Oh, Mary, be Careful!J.B. Lippincott, 1917 - 177 pages |
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... turned , they always came sooner or later to Miss Myra's will , which stood like a spectre between her- self and her dreams of life . " If I marry , " she thought , " I lose everything , and that would be awful . And , if I don't marry ...
... turned , they always came sooner or later to Miss Myra's will , which stood like a spectre between her- self and her dreams of life . " If I marry , " she thought , " I lose everything , and that would be awful . And , if I don't marry ...
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... turned to the sheepskin volumes , and again she huriedly pushed the question behind her . " I know what I'll do , " she said , " I'll study music . It'll keep me from thinking , anyhow , and perhaps I shall make a good pianist . " She ...
... turned to the sheepskin volumes , and again she huriedly pushed the question behind her . " I know what I'll do , " she said , " I'll study music . It'll keep me from thinking , anyhow , and perhaps I shall make a good pianist . " She ...
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... turned cold , her young heart failed her , and she ran to her room and had a good , long cry across the foot of the bed , as girls have gone and cried since time immemorial . " I'm a Great , Bold Thing , " she 46 OH , MARY , BE CAREFUL !
... turned cold , her young heart failed her , and she ran to her room and had a good , long cry across the foot of the bed , as girls have gone and cried since time immemorial . " I'm a Great , Bold Thing , " she 46 OH , MARY , BE CAREFUL !
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... turned and her cheeks were like that red , red rose which sweetly blooms in June . She seated herself across the room from the professor , and as though un- consciously she crossed her knees , bring- ing a few shy inches of a blue silk ...
... turned and her cheeks were like that red , red rose which sweetly blooms in June . She seated herself across the room from the professor , and as though un- consciously she crossed her knees , bring- ing a few shy inches of a blue silk ...
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... turned up her eyes , and immediately became all ears to hear . Mmm ! " she thought . " If that's his idea of being nice to his mother and sister , I'd like to know who taught him ! Offhand , is he ? All right ! Little Mary can be ...
... turned up her eyes , and immediately became all ears to hear . Mmm ! " she thought . " If that's his idea of being nice to his mother and sister , I'd like to know who taught him ! Offhand , is he ? All right ! Little Mary can be ...
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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.