One Summer

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1877 - 279 pages

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Page 235 - Zekle. An' yit she gin her cheer a jerk Ez though she wished him furder, An' on her apples kep' to work, Parin
Page 164 - Shrink from me, turn from me, mother and child. Strong and free, strong and free. The floodgates are open, away to the sea, Free and strong, free and strong, Cleansing my streams as I hurry along, To the golden sands, and the leaping bar, And the taintless tide that awaits me afar, As I lose myself in the infinite main. Like a soul that has sinned and is pardoned again. Undefiled, for the undefiled, Play by me, bathe in me, mother and child.
Page 43 - Satan in divers shapes in his lonely perambulations, yet daylight put an end to all these evils: and he would have passed a pleasant life of it, in despite of the Devil and all his works, if his path had not been crossed by a being that causes more perplexity to mortal man than ghosts, goblins, and the whole race of witches put together; and that was — a woman.
Page 26 - tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door ; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o...
Page 17 - If all men were able to satisfy conscience and ambition by doing their duty in that state of life into which it had pleased God to call them, civilization would advance with but tardy steps.
Page 163 - Clear and cool, clear and cool, By laughing shallow and dreaming pool ; Cool and clear, cool and clear, By shining shingle, and foaming weir ; Under the crag where the ouzel sings, And the ivied wall where the church-bell rings, Undefiled, for the undefiled ; Play by me, bathe in me, mother and child.
Page 15 - He had made his Don a Donna. So it clears, And so we rain our skies blue. Put away This weakness. If, as I have just now said, A man's within me, — let him act himself, Ignoring the poor conscious trouble of blood That's called the woman merely.
Page 163 - Under the crag where the ouzel sings, And the ivied wall where the church-bell rings, Undefiled, for the undefined ; Play by me, bathe in me, mother and child. Dank and foul, dank and foul, By the smoky town in its murky cowl ; Foul and dank, foul and dank, By wharf and sewer and slimy bank ; Darker and darker the farther I go, Baser and baser the richer I grow ; Who dare sport with the sin-defiled? Shrink from me, turn from me, mother and child.
Page 124 - And thou wert the meekest man, and the gentlest, that ever ate in hall among ladies. And thou wert the sternest knight to thy mortal foe that ever put spear in the rest.
Page 27 - ... madly, and seeking whom they might devour. Twice they beat her back in spite of her struggles, twitched violently at the closely fastened waterproof, and put a fiendish desire to soar away over the dusky tree-tops into her hitherto trustworthy umbrella. She retreated a step or two, stopped a moment to regain her breath, then, taking advantage of a partial cessation of hostilities, gathered herself together for a final mighty effort, and, with head bent forward, umbrella tightly clinched in both...

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