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... hear me tell You somethin ' ' bout old Tobe there , sit down - I'll yarn a spell . Last winter Long Bill Rogers and me and Isrul Drake Went out one day moose huntin ' aback the East Branch Lake ; With rifles , mog'sing , snowshoes and ...
... hear me tell You somethin ' ' bout old Tobe there , sit down - I'll yarn a spell . Last winter Long Bill Rogers and me and Isrul Drake Went out one day moose huntin ' aback the East Branch Lake ; With rifles , mog'sing , snowshoes and ...
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... hear him neigh ? Within to me ' twere dreary . Come , up and dress and mount with speed . Behind me here upon my steed . Thy bridal couch , though distant , Shalt see this night , if constant . " " So distant is our nuptial couch , Yet ...
... hear him neigh ? Within to me ' twere dreary . Come , up and dress and mount with speed . Behind me here upon my steed . Thy bridal couch , though distant , Shalt see this night , if constant . " " So distant is our nuptial couch , Yet ...
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... hear Hound till his hand was on his shoulder . " All right , Tom ; only let me lead the mules down to water and sort ' er herd ' em up a bit . " The trial was held in the city square that night , by the light of a big log fire , and the ...
... hear Hound till his hand was on his shoulder . " All right , Tom ; only let me lead the mules down to water and sort ' er herd ' em up a bit . " The trial was held in the city square that night , by the light of a big log fire , and the ...
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... hear them cry . Why , the very old dog seemed to feel the atmosphere of pity and the pathos of the scene . But let us end this . The old emigrant arose ; his hat lay before him and Hound stooped to pick it up . " Give us that hat ...
... hear them cry . Why , the very old dog seemed to feel the atmosphere of pity and the pathos of the scene . But let us end this . The old emigrant arose ; his hat lay before him and Hound stooped to pick it up . " Give us that hat ...
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... knit , Knitting the stockings and turning my brain . Well I remember that clear Christmas night , Well I remember the yule log so bright , Well I remember that sweet , modest face ; Still I can hear , As my chair I drew 48 WERNER'S ...
... knit , Knitting the stockings and turning my brain . Well I remember that clear Christmas night , Well I remember the yule log so bright , Well I remember that sweet , modest face ; Still I can hear , As my chair I drew 48 WERNER'S ...
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Page 110 - What thou art we know not : what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Page 110 - Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run Like an unbodied joy, whose race is just begun.
Page 111 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Page 137 - His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover?
Page 158 - We be two strong men," said Kamal then, "but she loveth the younger best. So she shall go with a lifter's dower, my turquoise-studded rein, My broidered saddle and saddlecloth, and silver stirrups twain." The Colonel's son a pistol drew and held it muzzle-end, "Ye have taken the one from a foe," said he; "will ye take the mate from a friend ? " "A gift for a gift," said Kamal straight; "a limb for the risk of a limb.
Page 158 - Lightly answered the Colonel's son: "Do good to bird and beast, But count who come for the broken meats before thou makest a feast. If there should follow a thousand swords to carry my bones away, Belike the price of a jackal's meal were more than a thief could pay. They will feed their horse on the standing crop, their men on the garnered grain, The thatch of the byres will serve their fires when all the cattle are slain. But if thou thinkest the price be fair, — thy brethren wait to sup.
Page 110 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 156 - And he has lifted the Colonel's mare that is the Colonel's pride: He has lifted her out of the stable-door between the dawn and the day, And turned the calkins upon her feet, and ridden her far away. Then up and spoke the Colonel's son that led a troop of the Guides : 'Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides?
Page 160 - Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat ; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, tho...
Page 158 - May I eat dirt if thou hast hurt of me in deed or breath; What dam of lances brought thee forth to jest at the dawn with Death?' Lightly answered the Colonel's son: 'I hold by the blood of my clan: Take up the mare for my father's gift - by God, she has carried a man!' The red mare ran to the Colonel's son, and nuzzled against his breast; 'We be two strong men/ said Kamal then, 'but she loveth the younger best.