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... Keane XVII . Hidden Treasures XVIII . Reaping the Whirlwind . XIX . Fair and False xx . The Trail of the Serpent XXI . A Sin of Early Days XXII . Omnia vincit Amor XXIII . A Haunting Face . XXIV . Lennard dreams XXV . The two Ursulas ...
... Keane XVII . Hidden Treasures XVIII . Reaping the Whirlwind . XIX . Fair and False xx . The Trail of the Serpent XXI . A Sin of Early Days XXII . Omnia vincit Amor XXIII . A Haunting Face . XXIV . Lennard dreams XXV . The two Ursulas ...
Side 2
... Keane , 15 Beacon Street , " in a child's round hand . Now , man , it isn't so remarkable heavy for a big strong fellow like you . Take it up - stairs . ' ' How far is it going ? ' ' Right up to the very top of the house . ' The man ...
... Keane , 15 Beacon Street , " in a child's round hand . Now , man , it isn't so remarkable heavy for a big strong fellow like you . Take it up - stairs . ' ' How far is it going ? ' ' Right up to the very top of the house . ' The man ...
Side 3
... Keane . ' ' A chair ! I wish a cart would bring her money to pay her rent with ! ' ejaculated the angry lodging- house keeper , giving a violent and vicious tug to the blind she was dusting . Mrs. Keane has been paying me with fine ...
... Keane . ' ' A chair ! I wish a cart would bring her money to pay her rent with ! ' ejaculated the angry lodging- house keeper , giving a violent and vicious tug to the blind she was dusting . Mrs. Keane has been paying me with fine ...
Side 4
... Keane , to be sure- a real , real lady - that was so good and kind to my mother . I have told you about that , haven't I ? ' ' Not you . ' ' Well , then , I will - no , I won't , for there's no use in chattering , ma'am ; but that lady ...
... Keane , to be sure- a real , real lady - that was so good and kind to my mother . I have told you about that , haven't I ? ' ' Not you . ' ' Well , then , I will - no , I won't , for there's no use in chattering , ma'am ; but that lady ...
Side 5
... Keane was still singing in her low sad tone , and leaning over her armchair , drawing her needle in and out of the broken silk , when a gentle knock sounded at the door . Gentle as that knock was , it fairly drove a quick grayish pallor ...
... Keane was still singing in her low sad tone , and leaning over her armchair , drawing her needle in and out of the broken silk , when a gentle knock sounded at the door . Gentle as that knock was , it fairly drove a quick grayish pallor ...
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Side 141 - Arms, take your last embrace ! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death ! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide ! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark. Here's to my love ! \Drinks.} O true apothecary ! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Side 262 - Thus, like some wild-flaming, wild-thundering train of Heaven's Artillery, does this mysterious MANKIND thunder and flame, in long-drawn, quicksucceeding grandeur, through the unknown Deep. Thus, like a God-created, fire-breathing Spirit-host, we emerge from the Inane ; haste stormfully across the astonished Earth ; then plunge again into the Inane.
Side 260 - 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 259 - YE who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow ; attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia.
Side 260 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Side 261 - The genius making me no answer, I turned about to address myself to him a second time, but I found that he had left me; I then turned again to the vision which I had been so long contemplating, but instead of the rolling tide, the arched bridge, and the happy islands, I saw nothing but the long hollow valley of Bagdat, with oxen, sheep, and camels grazing upon the sides of it.
Side 259 - The young men saw me, and hid themselves : and the aged arose, and stood up. The princes refrained talking, and laid their hand on their mouth. The nobles held their peace, and their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth.
Side 145 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Side 258 - THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Side 262 - But whence ?—O Heaven, whither ? Sense knows not; Faith knows not; only that it is through Mystery to Mystery, from God and to God. ' " We are such stuff As Dreams are made of, and our little Life Is rounded with a sleep!