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Stran 569 - Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Stran 457 - For Annie Thank Heaven! the crisis The danger is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last And the fever called 'Living' Is conquered at last. Sadly, I know I am shorn of my strength, And no muscle I move As I lie at full length But no matter! - I feel I am better at length. And I rest so composedly Now, in my bed, That any beholder Might fancy me dead Might start at beholding me, Thinking me dead. The moaning and groaning...
Stran 426 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Stran 433 - So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat, For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat. But Flynn let drive a single...
Stran 433 - Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright; The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light, And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout; But there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out.
Stran 433 - Flynn a-hugging third. Then, from the gladdened multitude went up a joyous yell, It rumbled in the mountain-tops, it rattled in the dell; It struck upon the hillside and rebounded on the flat; For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat. There was ease in Casey's manner, as he stepped into his place ; There was pride in Casey's bearing, and a smile on Casey's face. And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat, No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.
Stran 266 - Hester,' he rejoined nalf seriously, "who indeed ever heard of George B's father, and who would ever have heard of George B himself, if he had been anything but what he is? But you know my dear Lady Hester, it is my folly that is the making of me. If I did not impertinently stare duchesses out of countenance, and nod over my shoulder to a prince, I should be forgotten in a week: and if the world is so silly as to admire my absurdities, you and I may know better, but what does that signify?