The Writings of Bret Harte, Bind 20Houghton Mifflin, 1914 |
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Side 236 - It was one by the village clock, When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon.
Side 332 - Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly.
Side 333 - Smooth and compose them ; And her eyes, close them, Staring so blindly ! Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurred by contumely, Cold inhumanity Burning insanity Into her rest ! Cross her hands humbly, As if praying dumbly, Over her breast!
Side 374 - To-night I saw the sun set : he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind ; And the...
Side 386 - s longer than this. There 's all her back hair to do up, and all of her front curls to friz. But it 's nice to be sitting here talking like grown people, just you and me ! Do you think you'll be coming here often? Oh, do! But don't come like Tom Lee, — * Tom Lee: her last beau. Why, my goodness ! he used to be here day and night, Till the folks thought he'd be her husband ; and Jack says that gave him a fright You won't run away then, as he did...
Side 386 - And then you'd feel strange here alone! And you wouldn't know just where to sit; For that chair isn't strong on its legs, and we never use it a bit. We keep it to match with the sofa. But Jack says it would be like you To flop yourself right down upon it and knock out the very last screw.
Side 370 - Bill hadn't been married mor'n an hour, Up comes a message from Kress, Orderin' Bill to go up there, And bring down the night express. He left his gal in a hurry, And went up on Number One, Thinking of nothing but Mary, And the train he had to run. And Mary sat down by the window To wait for the night express ; And, sir, if she hadn't a' done so, She'd been a widow, I guess. For it must a...
Side 369 - An' a fearful dark time, too ; Take a look at the switch lights, Tom, Fetch in a stick when you're through. " On time ?" well, yes, I guess so — Left the last station all right — She'll come round the curve a flyin' ; Bill Mason comes up to-night. You know Bill ? No ! He's engineer, Been on the road all his life — I'll never forget the mornin" He married his chuck of a wife.
Side 244 - em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, All kin' o' smily roun' the lips An' teary roun' the lashes. For she was jes' the quiet kind Whose naturs never vary, Like streams that keep a summer mind Snowhid in Jenooary. The blood clost roun...
Side 238 - No endeavor is in vain ; Its reward is in the doing, And the rapture of pursuing Is the prize the vanquished gain.