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... voice wont to evoke anxiety , it might be terror . They are standing on a plot of verdant grass in front of one of those pretty little dwellings which French taste and French ingenuity know how to construct from the most humble ...
... voice wont to evoke anxiety , it might be terror . They are standing on a plot of verdant grass in front of one of those pretty little dwellings which French taste and French ingenuity know how to construct from the most humble ...
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... voice , but not without some show of humour . The features sympathised with the song , being twisted into every ima- ginable contortion ; the legs performed a sort of accompaniment , their possessor throwing them every now and then vio ...
... voice , but not without some show of humour . The features sympathised with the song , being twisted into every ima- ginable contortion ; the legs performed a sort of accompaniment , their possessor throwing them every now and then vio ...
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... voice and manner : he seemed , short as had been their acquaintance , to have possessed himself of all Raymond's con- fidence . The little fellow turned from him a moment , and then putting his line down upon the ground , he came up to ...
... voice and manner : he seemed , short as had been their acquaintance , to have possessed himself of all Raymond's con- fidence . The little fellow turned from him a moment , and then putting his line down upon the ground , he came up to ...
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... voice , -yes ! yes ! she is calling , I must go . 66 They listened a clear and musical voice was calling , Raymond ! Ray- mond ! " and a figure advancing to the borders of the little garden , above , mo- tioned him towards her . " Come ...
... voice , -yes ! yes ! she is calling , I must go . 66 They listened a clear and musical voice was calling , Raymond ! Ray- mond ! " and a figure advancing to the borders of the little garden , above , mo- tioned him towards her . " Come ...
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... voice for Monsieur Smith . I bowed . " Monsieur Smith , the Eng- lishman ? " 66 Certainly - my name was Smith . " " But , Monsieur George Smith ? " " Without a doubt I had the honour to bear that name . ' " But her George Smith was a ...
... voice for Monsieur Smith . I bowed . " Monsieur Smith , the Eng- lishman ? " 66 Certainly - my name was Smith . " " But , Monsieur George Smith ? " " Without a doubt I had the honour to bear that name . ' " But her George Smith was a ...
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Page 220 - I hear a rushing, Hear a roaring and a rushing, Hear the Falls of Minnehaha Calling to me from a distance !
Page 221 - On her grave four times was kindled, For her soul upon its journey To the Islands of the Blessed. From his doorway Hiawatha Saw it burning in the forest, Lighting up the gloomy hemlocks ; From his sleepless bed uprising, From the bed of Minnehaha, Stood and watched it at the doorway, That it might not be extinguished, Might not leave her in the darkness.
Page 220 - That the very stars in heaven Shook and trembled with his anguish. Then he sat down, still and speechless, On the bed of Minnehaha, At the feet of Laughing Water, At those willing feet, that never More would lightly run to meet him, Never more would lightly follow.
Page 220 - All day long roved Hiawatha In that melancholy forest, Through the shadow of whose thickets, In the pleasant days of Summer, Of that ne'er forgotten Summer...
Page 65 - This fellow finds that in the first instance I guessed odd, and in the second he will propose to himself upon the first impulse, a simple variation from even to odd, as did the first simpleton, but then a second thought will suggest that this is too simple a variation, and finally he will decide upon putting it even as before. I will therefore guess even,' he guesses even, and wins. Now this mode of reasoning in the schoolboy, whom his fellows termed 'lucky,' what in its last analysis is it?" "It...
Page 221 - Farewell, O my Laughing Water! All my heart is buried with you, All my thoughts go onward with you ! Come not back again to labor, Come not back again to suffer, Where the Famine and the Fever Wear the heart and waste the body. Soon my task will be completed, Soon your footsteps I shall follow To the Islands of the Blessed, To the Kingdom of Ponemah, To the Land of the Hereafter !
Page 146 - O, the pride of the German heart in this noble river ? And right it is, for of all the rivers of this beautiful earth, there is none so beautiful as this. There is hardly a league of its whole course, from its cradle in the snowy Alps to its grave in the sands of Holland, which boasts not its peculiar charms.
Page 220 - At the feet of Laughing Water, At those willing feet, that never More would lightly run to meet him , Never more would lightly follow. With both hands his face he covered, Seven long days and nights he sat there , As if in a swoon he sat there, Speechless, motionless, unconscious Of the daylight or the darkness. Then they buried Minnehaha; In the snow a grave they made her, In the forest deep and darksome, Underneath the moaning hemlocks; Clothed her in her richest garments , Wrapped her in her robes...
Page 65 - ... the simpleton had them even upon the first trial, and his amount of cunning is just sufficient to make him have them odd upon the second, I will therefore guess odd,
Page 126 - One scarce can hear his own soft voice amid the braying of the multitude, and ever and anon comes the temptation to sing louder than they, and drown the voices that cannot thus be forced into perfect tune. But this were a pitiful experiment; the melodious tones, cracked into shrillness, would only increase the tumult, Stronger, and more frequently, comes the temptation to stop singing, and let discord do its own wild work; but blessed are they that endure to the end — singing patiently and sweetly,...