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 84 - 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 371 - Thy spirit, Independence ! let me share, Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye ! Thy steps I follow 'with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
Page 544 - ... 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 543 - 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 541 - 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 543 - 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 512 - He has given us to see Titans enslaved by man ; Steam harnessed to our carriages and ships ; Galvanism tamed into an alphabet — a Gamut, and its metal harpstrings stretched across the earth malgre mountains and the sea, and so men's minds defying the twin monsters Time and Space...
Page 544 - 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 376 - 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 543 - 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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