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Page 215 - Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men ; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together ; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather! Down along the rocky shore Some make their home, They live on crispy pancakes Of yellow tide-foam ; Some in the reeds Of the black mountain lake, With frogs for their watch-dogs, All night awake.
Page 37 - Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair; Listen for dear honour's sake, Goddess of the silver lake, Listen and save! Listen, and appear to us, In name of great Oceanus, By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace, And Tethys...
Page 53 - Sits hush'd his partner nigh; Breeze, bird, and flower, confess the hour, But where is County Guy? The village maid steals through the shade, Her shepherd's suit to hear; To beauty shy, by lattice high, Sings high-born cavalier. The Star of Love, all stars above, Now reigns o'er earth and sky; And high and low the influence know — But where is County Guy?
Page 52 - The lark, his lay who thrill'd all day, Sits hush'd his partner nigh ; * Breeze, bird, and flower, confess the hour, But where is County Guy? The village maid steals through the shade, Her shepherd's suit to hear ; To beauty shy, by lattice...
Page 339 - He put out his hand. Knox, much relieved, gave it a hearty, prolonged shake. "Faults and all, he was the biggest kind of a trump, wasn't he ! Drunkards are death to the women — to the wives and mothers and sisters; but, except for that, some of 'em are better than lots of the moral skinflints that go nagging about, saving a penny, and grinding everybody but themselves. Ferdie made everybody love him. The trouble with him was that he was born without any conscience, just as some people have no ear...
Page 204 - But say, did you notice the Widows of our Fallen Heroes, now ? To me they looked scared; they had a sort of glare under their crape. You see, once we had eight of 'em ; but this year there is only one left ; all the rest have married again. Now it happens that this very year the Soldiers' Monument is done at last, and naturally the committee wanted the Widows of the Fallen to ride in the procession as a sort of souvenir. The one Widow who was left declared that she would not ride all alone ; she...
Page 159 - EVE'S cheeks showed a deep rose bloom; she was no longer the snow-white woman whom near-sighted Miss Sabrina had furtively scanned upon her arrival at Romney six months before. She was still markedly erect, but her step had become less confident, her despotic manner had disappeared. Often now she was irresolute, and she had grown awkward — a thing new with her; she did not know how to arrange her smallest action, hampered by this new quality.
Page 84 - Rupert," which inspired him with laughter all day. The dinner had been excellent as regards the succulence of its South Carolina dishes. The damask tablecloth was thin from age, the dinner-service a mixture of old Canton blue and the commonest, thickest white plates ; coarse dull goblets stood beside cut-glass wine-glasses ; the knives were in the last stage of decrepitude, and there was no silver at all, not even a salt-spoon ; it had been replaced by cheaply plated spoons and forks, from which...
Page 339 - ... him at first. And when I did, he was past helping. All I could do was to try to get him back to Romney. I wanted him to die decently at home, and not up there among those — Well, sir, he died the next day. I couldn't tell those women down there — Miss Abercrombie, Mrs. Singleton, and her aunt. They were all there, of course, and crying; but they would have cried a great deal worse if they had known the truth; and as there was nothing to be gained by it for any one, it seemed cruel to tell...
Page 339 - I say, do you take it so hard, then ?" said Knox, with an embarrassed laugh. Paul got up. " You have done me the greatest service that one man can do another." He put out his hand. Knox, much relieved, gave it a hearty, prolonged shake. "Faults and all, he was the biggest kind of a trump, wasn't he ! Drunkards are death to the women — to the wives and mothers and sisters; but, except for that, some of 'em are better than lots of the moral skinflints that go nagging about, saving a penny, and grinding...