A Summer Hymnal: A Romance of TennesseeWinston, 1901 - 332 sider |
Andre utgaver - Vis alle
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
ain't Andrew Jackson Ballington Baltimore oriole battle beautiful Bernice birds Blind Man's blossom blue burst cat-bird cheek clouds Colonel Philips cows dark death dream drive earnest earth Edward G eyes face felt fields filly flew flowers give glory gone graceful grass hand head heard heart heaven hills horse hour hush Jersey cow Joe Forde kissed knew laughed light listen live locust looked luv'd magnificent creature mare Marjorie melody Miss Cyn Miss Cynthia mocking-bird morning never night old Wash passed phaeton pike Platonic love poet quickly quiet rose seemed seen shadows silent sing skies smile song sorrow soul Spring stars stood sugar maple sweet talk tears tell Tennessee Thesis thing thought to-day to-night touch trees Truxton turned walk watched whispered window wish woman wood-thrush YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY yudder
Populære avsnitt
Side 19 - I find this conclusion more impressed upon me, — that the greatest thing a human soul ever does in this world is to see something, and tell what it saw in a plain way. Hundreds of people can talk for one who can think, but thousands can think for one who can see. To see clearly is poetry, prophecy, and religion, — all in one.
Side 129 - I WALK down the Valley of Silence — Down the dim, voiceless valley — alone! And I hear not the fall of a footstep Around me, save God's and my own; And the hush of my heart is as holy As hovers where angels have flown! Long ago was I weary of voices Whose music my heart could not win; Long ago was I weary of noises That fretted my soul with their din; Long ago was I weary of places Where I met but the human— and sin.
Side 196 - There is little in life but labor, And tomorrow may find that a dream; Success is the bride of Endeavor, And luck — but a meteor's gleam. The time to succeed is when others, Discouraged, show traces of tire ; The battle is fought in the homestretch — And won — 'twixt the flag and the wire.
Side 265 - ... care-encumbered men, Each bearing his burden of sorrow, Have crossed the bridge since then. I see the long procession Still passing to and fro, The young heart hot and restless, And the old subdued and slow ! And for ever and for ever, As long as the river flows, As long as the heart has passions, As long as life has woes...
Side 189 - Even with the act claims kindred with the skies — We are the Wish of all we will to be. Who loves his love through death and riftless ruth Yet ne'er shall clasp and kiss her in his leal, Shall wedded be in spirit and in truth — We are the Deed of all we think and feel. We never give, but, giving, get again — There is no burden that we may not bear — Our sweetest love is always sweetest pain, And yet the recompense, the recompense is there. TWO PREACHERS From
Side 297 - I looked at my watch — it was just seven as we sped along the streets of the town,1 and in a minute more the iron bridge over the Duck loomed up in the twilight. My face was set, my heart beat wildly, my fingers seemed driven into the reins. The hopelessness of it all went through me and fixed it as in a seal of fire. I saw everything, remembered everything, even to the drift of the smoke across the river. I was provoked with myself — with Marjorie — it seemed so hopeless, so desperate, a trial...
Side 195 - Tis the fool who wins half the battle, Then throws all his chances away. There is little in life but labor, And tomorrow may find that a dream; Success is the bride of Endeavor, And luck — but a meteor's gleam.
Side 285 - ... shall never forget that day — when I went to the station to see Marjorie off to the races. It was a rich stake — ten thousand dollars — in which she was entered, but I knew it was ours if ever this wonderful filly turned her face to the starter. For her speed was phenomenal, her gameness equaled only by her rich bloodlines, and she went like a horse with a heart in her. I myself had timed her miles at a rate I dared not tell, but it had swept me off my feet. I knew that in her class there...
Side 305 - ... was a level stretch to the bridge, then up to the top of Picnic Hill. I thrust the head of a match against the wheel as we flew along and glanced at my watch — 7.30 ! " The record, Marjorie ! Eleven miles in thirty minutes, up hill and down. No living horse has had the speed and heart to do...
Side 318 - God help us, little mare!" was all I could say. On — on — we flew — past Oden's, Moore's and Brentwood — past McNish's. Then two steel rails shot under me — I had crossed the railroad again. It was Baxter's crossing. The lights of Nashville were nearly in sight. Oh, Thesis! It was very dark, save for the starlight. I could not see my watch, but now that hope was in sight, my blood ran like a river afire, and my spirits came back like the ebb of a tide. Then I talked to Marjorie again: "It...