It is Never to Late to Mend: A Matter-of-fact Romance

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Century Company, 1902 - 699 pages
 

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Page 82 - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Page 541 - A furze bush had been planted by the door. Vertical oak palings were the fence, with a five-barred gate in the middle of them. From the little plantation all the magnificent trees and shrubs of Australia had b«en excluded with amazing resolution and consistency, and oak and ash reigned safe from over-towering rivals.
Page 542 - ... its theme, the green meadows, the quiet stealing streams, the clover he first soared from and the Spring he sang so well, a loud sigh from many a rough bosom, many a wild and wicked heart, told how tight the listeners had held their breath to hear him ; and when he swelled with song again, and poured with all his soul the green meadows, the quiet brooks, the honey clover, and the English Spring, the rugged...
Page 539 - The flowers make a point of not smelling, and the bushes that nobody expects to smell or wants to smell they smell lovely." " What does it matter where the smell comes from, so that you get it ? " " Why, Tom," replied George opening his eyes,
Page 541 - Like most singers, he kept them waiting a bit. But at last, just at noon, when the mistress of the house had warranted him to sing, the little feathered exile began as it were to tune his pipes.
Page 510 - I say before heaven and earth that the man who could grasp the facts of this day and do an immortal writer's duty by them, ie so paint them as a later age will be content to engrave them, would be the greatest writer ever lived : such is the force, weight, and number of the grand topics that lie this day on the world's face. I say that he who has eyes to see may now see greater and far more poetic things than human eyes have seen since our Lord and His apostles and His miracles left the earth. It...
Page 541 - Ah ! well," said he, on reflection, " we could not expect to have it all to ourselves, and indeed it would be a sin to wish it, you know. Now, Tom, come this way ; here it is — here it is — there.
Page 374 - He got a block of wood, in the middle of which he made a hole ; then he cut and pointed a long stick, and inserting the point into the block, worked it round between his palms for some time and with increasing rapidity. Presently there came a smell of burning wood, and soon after it burst into a flame at the point of contact. Jacky cut slices of shark and roasted them.
Page 542 - And these shaggy men, full of oaths and strife and cupidity, had once been white-headed boys, and had strolled about the English fields with little sisters and little brothers, and seen the lark rise, and heard him sing this very song. The little playmates lay in the churchyard, and they were full of oaths and drink and lusts and remorses, but no note was changed in this immortal song.
Page 541 - Robinson's merriment was interrupted by a harsh remonstrance from several of the diggers, who were all from the other end of the camp. "Hold your cackle," cried one; "he is going to sing;" and the whole party had their eyes turned with expectation towards the bird.

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