The Overland MonthlySamuel Carson, 1920 |
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Zadetki 6–10 od 88
Stran 38
there tomorrow but no one seems to know whether the Germans or French are hold- ing it . From where we are it looks as though there was a Fourth of July celebration going on . As far as we can see there are flashes of fire and the ...
there tomorrow but no one seems to know whether the Germans or French are hold- ing it . From where we are it looks as though there was a Fourth of July celebration going on . As far as we can see there are flashes of fire and the ...
Stran 44
... hold and Johnson sank down with a moan of pain . " Nothing doing , Johnson . You can't take me back . You think I didn't risk my life wriggling along that tree - top ; think I didn't wrestle with the devil a thousand times while I dug ...
... hold and Johnson sank down with a moan of pain . " Nothing doing , Johnson . You can't take me back . You think I didn't risk my life wriggling along that tree - top ; think I didn't wrestle with the devil a thousand times while I dug ...
Stran 58
... hold in her hands and closely packed around her , and then advanced rather slowly into the center of the small room and stood , with uncovered and bowed head , until the father and mother rose from their knees and looked questioningly ...
... hold in her hands and closely packed around her , and then advanced rather slowly into the center of the small room and stood , with uncovered and bowed head , until the father and mother rose from their knees and looked questioningly ...
Stran 62
... hold her in your arms . ” Pete was thinking . Thought comes slowly to a man like Pete , who has spent his whole life on the frontier . But a plan was shaping itself in his mind , and he slowly rose to his feet . " Doc , how long can you ...
... hold her in your arms . ” Pete was thinking . Thought comes slowly to a man like Pete , who has spent his whole life on the frontier . But a plan was shaping itself in his mind , and he slowly rose to his feet . " Doc , how long can you ...
Stran 68
... hold on Billy's collar , threw his hands up over his head , coughed oddly and then dropped . Marny regarded him in the flash of a second where he had tumbled to the floor and considered how white and mean he looked there . Then he ...
... hold on Billy's collar , threw his hands up over his head , coughed oddly and then dropped . Marny regarded him in the flash of a second where he had tumbled to the floor and considered how white and mean he looked there . Then he ...
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Stran 232 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules ; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said : "Now must we pray, For lo ! the very stars are gone. Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say ?" "Why, say, 'Sail on ! sail on ! and on !'" "My men grow mutinous day by day; My men grow ghastly wan and weak.
Stran 158 - Sail on ! sail on ! sail on ! and on !" Then pale and worn, he paced his deck, And peered through darkness.
Stran 158 - The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Adm'r'l, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?" "Why, you shall say, at break of day: 'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!
Stran 133 - I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
Stran 113 - The bravest battle that ever was fought! Shall I tell you where and when ? On the maps of the world you will find it not : 'Twas fought by the mothers of men.
Stran 232 - BEHIND him lay the gray Azores, Behind, the Gates of Hercules ; Before him not the ghost of shores ; Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said: "Now must we pray, For lo ! the very stars are gone. Brave Admiral, speak; what shall I say?
Stran 113 - In men whom men pronounce divine I find so much of sin and blot, I hesitate to draw a line Between the two, where God has not.
Stran 158 - This mad sea shows his teeth tonight. He curls his lip, he lies in wait. With lifted teeth, as if to bite! Brave Adm'r'l, say but one good word: What shall we do when hope is gone?" The words leapt like a leaping sword: "Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!
Stran 87 - For ever and aye in dust at his side ? " Look at the roses saluting each other ; Look at the herds all at peace on the plain. Man, and man only, makes war on his brother ; And laughs in his heart at his peril and pain : Shamed by the beasts that go down on the plain. " Is it worth while that we battle to humble Some poor fellow down into the dust...
Stran 158 - Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!" Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck, And peered through darkness. Ah, that night Of all dark nights! And then a speck — A light!