Beneath the Dome: A Posthumous NovelSchulte Publishing Company, 1894 - 361 стор. |
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ambition Arnold Clark asked began believe beneath bribery Brockfield called Capitol City chair Chub Clipper continued course Dan Sullivan daughter dear diamond sparkled dome door dreams eyes face father feel felt friends gentleman give guitar hall hand happy head hear heard heart hope hour ical Ilva Ilva's innocent John White Johnnie knew labor Laocoön laughed learned Legislature letter lidtle girl little Mollie live looked Madmire Malthus mayor Miss Villars Mollie's morning Mort mother never night Old Mortality Oliver answered Oliver Arkwright Oliver's park bill pathy Pearl and Oliver play political poor River Ridge SCOTT TURNER seemed Senator smile Snyder Snyder rocked society stood suppose sympathy talk tell things thought tion to-day to-night told took turned uncle voice vote Whitford Wines wish words young lady
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Сторінка 170 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Сторінка 206 - Are you in earnest? seize this very minute — What you can do, or dream you can, begin it, Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.
Сторінка 359 - DO ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years ? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west : But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Сторінка 42 - And forever and forever, As long as the river flows, As long as the heart has passions, As long as life has woes ; The moon and its broken reflection And its shadows shall appear, As the symbol of love in heaven, And its wavering image here.
Сторінка 227 - And, when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left, Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory, images and precious thoughts, That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
Сторінка 237 - For my heart was hot and restless, And my life was full of care, And the burden laid upon me Seemed greater than I could bear. But now it has fallen from me, It is buried in the sea; And only the sorrow of others Throws its shadow over me.
Сторінка 34 - No parish money, or loaf, No pauper badges for me, — A son of the soil by right of toil Entitled to my fee. No alms I ask, give me my task ; Here are the arm, the leg, The strength, the sinews of a man, To work, and not to beg.
Сторінка 280 - World's an ugly world. Offend Good people, how they wrangle! The manners that they never mend, The characters they mangle! They eat, and drink, and scheme, and plod, And go to church on Sunday; And many are afraid of God — And more of Mrs. Grundy.
Сторінка 237 - Yet whenever I cross the river On its bridge with wooden piers, Like the odor of brine from the ocean Comes the thought of other years. And I think how many thousands Of care-encumbered men, Each bearing his burden of sorrow, Have crossed the bridge since then.
Сторінка 216 - No ! for whoever with an earnest soul Strives for some end from this low world afar, Still upward travels, though he miss the goal, And strays but towards a star.