The Californian, Том 1A. Roman, 1880 |
Из књиге
Резултати 1-5 од 84
Страница 8
... close - mouthed as if his millions of ancestors in him frowned at me as one of a short - lived race , a sort of Mormon - fly with its life of one night . " " He and the Chinese grammar both would be too much for me to meet , " said ...
... close - mouthed as if his millions of ancestors in him frowned at me as one of a short - lived race , a sort of Mormon - fly with its life of one night . " " He and the Chinese grammar both would be too much for me to meet , " said ...
Страница 9
... close , creeping fog we might have been far out at sea for any sign to be seen of the city below us . We sat in silence , broken suddenly by a quick , urgent knocking . Brande opened the door . Elinor's aunt stood there , looking wild ...
... close , creeping fog we might have been far out at sea for any sign to be seen of the city below us . We sat in silence , broken suddenly by a quick , urgent knocking . Brande opened the door . Elinor's aunt stood there , looking wild ...
Страница 14
... close by me , a signed and sealed notice from the Chin Mook Sow so- ciety , offering a thousand dollars , not for the taking of two offenders , but for their assassina- tion ! I shuddered and crawled down the nar- row , shaky stairs ...
... close by me , a signed and sealed notice from the Chin Mook Sow so- ciety , offering a thousand dollars , not for the taking of two offenders , but for their assassina- tion ! I shuddered and crawled down the nar- row , shaky stairs ...
Страница 39
... close to the pris- oner , and , raising the mask , looked him fair in the face , with an expression of countenance as nearly devilish as anything human ever be- Peterson recoiled . " My God ! " he ex- claimed ; " it's Sam Randolph ...
... close to the pris- oner , and , raising the mask , looked him fair in the face , with an expression of countenance as nearly devilish as anything human ever be- Peterson recoiled . " My God ! " he ex- claimed ; " it's Sam Randolph ...
Страница 44
... close and accurate observation ! Howells is an artist in description of scenery . His pictures are true to nature . They are not all in gorgeous coloring , nor are they all in the subdued tints . There is a most happy commingling of the ...
... close and accurate observation ! Howells is an artist in description of scenery . His pictures are true to nature . They are not all in gorgeous coloring , nor are they all in the subdued tints . There is a most happy commingling of the ...
Друга издања - Прикажи све
Чести термини и фразе
Ada Cavendish ain't Alviny American arms asked beautiful better Bill Parsons Blethers boys California called camp Chaparral Chinese civilization cloud forces Colonel Holten color dance dark dead door Estevanico eyes face father feel feet fire flowers girl give gold ground hand head heart hills horse hundred Indians knew lady land laugh light live Loly look Marcos de Niza Maydole ment Mexico miles mind Miss morning mother Mount Shasta mountain nature Nessie never night Norman obsidian passed Plattdeutsch present river Roger Peterson San Francisco seemed side smile South spirit stood strange sweet Sylvia tell Theodora thing thought thousand tion town trees turned Vera Cruz voice walked wild wind woman women word young
Популарни одломци
Страница 268 - His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream ; And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal 100 Of his chamber in the east. Meanwhile, welcome joy and feast, Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.
Страница 275 - ... rejects the lore Of nicely-calculated less or more ; So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose, where music dwells Lingering — and wandering on as loth to die; Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born for immortality.
Страница 277 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Страница 167 - And mantled with its beauty ; and the walls That close the universe with crystal in Are eloquent with voices that proclaim The unseen glories of immensity In harmonies too perfect and too high For aught but beings of celestial...
Страница 136 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye. ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within...
Страница 154 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Страница 44 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Страница 150 - The rough, dark-skirted wilderness; The dun and bladed grass no less, Pointing from this hoary tower In the windless air; the flower Glimmering at my feet; the line Of the...
Страница 365 - Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ; If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take ; And this I ask for Jesus
Страница 336 - A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses, Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears, Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving.