The Desert and the Sown

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1902 - Pacific Coast (U.S.) - 313 pages
 

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Page 85 - ... moss upon the forest bark Was pole-star when the night was dark; The purple berries in the wood Supplied me necessary food; For Nature ever faithful is To such as trust her faithfulness. When the forest shall mislead me, When the night and morning lie, When sea and land refuse to feed me, 'Twill be time enough to die; Then will yet my mother yield A pillow in her greenest field, Nor the June flowers scorn to cover The clay of their departed lover.
Page 7 - that that's the fashion at present among my tribe j sure all my brother puppies smoke now, and a man might as well be out of the world as 'out of the fashion, you know.
Page 82 - ... to inform us: we knew it ten seasons before. Oppress not the cubs of the stranger, but hail them as Sister and Brother, For though they are little and fubsy, it may be the Bear is their mother. 'There is none like to me!
Page 19 - ... maid, abolishing the past, With lotus wine obliterates Dear memory's stone-incarved traits, And, by herself, supplants alone Friends year by year more inly known. When her calm eyes opened bright, All else grew foreign in their light. It was ever the self-same tale, The first experience will not fail; Only two in the garden walked, And with snake and seraph talked.
Page 311 - Every hand he loved was against him — bruising his gentle will. Each one of us has cast a stone upon his grave. But you took the brunt of it. You spoke out plain the denial that was in my coward's heart from the first. And I judged you ! I — who uncovered my father's soul to ease my own conscience, and put him to shame and torture, and you to a trial worse than death.
Page 312 - Paul, taking her cold hands in his — " after his last solemn recantation does not touch the true spirit of his sacrifice. It was finished. My father died to us then as he meant to die. The body remained — to serve out its time, as he said.
Page 185 - Nor could she now imagine for themselves any lover's paradise inseparable from this moral tragedy, which she saw would be fibre of their fibre, life of their life.
Page 133 - Reality has its own convincing charm, not inconsistent with plainness or even with commonness. To know it is to lose one's taste for toys of the imagination.

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