From Pillar to Post: Leaves from a Lecturer's Note-bookCentury Company, 1916 - 337 páginas |
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From Pillar to Post: Leaves from a Lecturer's Note-book John Kendrick Bangs Visualização integral - 1917 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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Passagens conhecidas
Página 95 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn.
Página 96 - WHEN I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me ; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dew-drops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain ; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain ; And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise or set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget.
Página 190 - The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven — All's right with the world!
Página 94 - THE lost days of my life until to-day, What were they, could I see them on the street Lie as they fell ? Would they be ears of wheat Sown once for food but trodden into clay ? Or golden coins squandered and still to pay ? Or drops of blood dabbling the guilty feet? Or such spilt water as in dreams must cheat The undying throats of Hell, athirst alway?
Página 196 - Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.
Página 94 - Hell, athirst alway ? I do not see them here ; but after death God knows I know the faces I shall see, Each one a murdered self, with low last breath. " I am thyself, — what hast thou done to me? " "And I — and I — thyself," (lo ! each one saith,) " And thou thyself to all eternity !
Página 92 - And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the circling charm ; Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm.
Página 111 - West begins. Out where the skies are a trifle bluer, Out where friendship's a little truer, That's where the West begins; « Out where a fresher breeze is blowing, Where there's laughter in every streamlet flowing, Where there's more of reaping and less of sowing, That's where the West begins.
Página 120 - As a rule a man's a fool, When it's hot he wants it cool, When it's cool he wants it hot, — Always wants...
Página 111 - That's where the West begins. Where there's more of singing and less of sighing, Where there's more of giving and less of buying. And a man makes friends without half trying. That's where the West begins.