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... dark , loathsome street ? When the noonday sun shines the brightest upon Broadway , there is a damp , unwholesome shadow upon the broken stones and ever - abiding filth of Swash - street . There are piles upon piles of great houses and ...
... dark , loathsome street ? When the noonday sun shines the brightest upon Broadway , there is a damp , unwholesome shadow upon the broken stones and ever - abiding filth of Swash - street . There are piles upon piles of great houses and ...
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... dark , narrow alley , up a stair- case whose banisters were long since torn away , where the walls are greasy to the touch , and well broken into holes through lath and plaster , a man is stumbling , catching at the holes to steady his ...
... dark , narrow alley , up a stair- case whose banisters were long since torn away , where the walls are greasy to the touch , and well broken into holes through lath and plaster , a man is stumbling , catching at the holes to steady his ...
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... dark street . There was an instant pattering of feet all bearing towards the spot of the cry ; there was a distant ringing of clubs on the pavement , and before the two could disentangle themselves from the deadly embrace , they were ...
... dark street . There was an instant pattering of feet all bearing towards the spot of the cry ; there was a distant ringing of clubs on the pavement , and before the two could disentangle themselves from the deadly embrace , they were ...
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... dark shade of that lost woman crossed me at every path ; but time , the great solacer , has softened it , and now I can think of her only as one whom I have known in some dream of the past . I have only— ' A servant at this instant ...
... dark shade of that lost woman crossed me at every path ; but time , the great solacer , has softened it , and now I can think of her only as one whom I have known in some dream of the past . I have only— ' A servant at this instant ...
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... dark to his mother's eyes . Never mind ! - he is only sped The way three hundred thousand have gone : These hearts have bled , and these tears been shed , FATHER in heaven , for only one ! RACHEL'S LOVERS . BY KATHERINE AGATE . attired ...
... dark to his mother's eyes . Never mind ! - he is only sped The way three hundred thousand have gone : These hearts have bled , and these tears been shed , FATHER in heaven , for only one ! RACHEL'S LOVERS . BY KATHERINE AGATE . attired ...
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Page 372 - He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. She has a world of ready wealth, Our minds and hearts to bless — Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, Truth breathed by cheerfulness. One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.
Page 354 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine, The white pink and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Page 99 - It is the little rift within the lute, That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
Page 474 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Page 99 - They are like the troubled sea, that cannot rest; whose waters cast up mire and dirt.
Page 90 - In his family, gentle, generous, good-humored, affectionate, self-denying: in society, a delightful example of complete gentlemanhood ; quite unspoiled by prosperity ; never obsequious to the great (or, worse still, to the base and mean, as some public men are forced to be in his and other countries) ; eager to acknowledge every contemporary's merit; always kind and affable...
Page 354 - Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Page 90 - ... the young members of his calling; in his professional bargains and mercantile dealings, delicately honest and grateful; one of the most charming masters of our lighter language; the constant friend to us and our nation ; to men of letters doubly dear, not for his wit and genius merely, but as an exemplar of goodness, probity, and pure life...
Page 226 - The rounded world is fair to see, Nine times folded in mystery: Though baffled seers cannot impart The secret of its laboring heart, Throb thine with Nature's throbbing breast, And all is clear from east to west.
Page 474 - And thou, serenest moon, That with such holy face Dost look upon the earth Asleep in Night's embrace Tell me, in all thy round Hast thou not seen some spot Where miserable man Might find a happier lot? Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe, And a voice sweet but sad responded, No.