What people are saying - Write a review
American Antrim artist asked beautiful Beverly bicycle Boris Brant called Carpathian clever Clinton Scollard dark daugh daughter Delafield door Dorothy Dothy eyes face famous father girl give hand head heard heart Hobart horse hour Jean de Reszke Jim Garrett John judge king knew known Langford laughed letter light live Livingston London looked Lubona Marr marriage married Mary ment Miss morning mother MUNSEY'S MUNSEY'S MAGAZINE never night Olga Nethersole once opera painting play portrait Prisoner of Zenda ride Riverton rose Sara Crewe season seemed sent smile society story talk tell theater thing thought tion told took turned United States Senator voice wheel wife woman women word write York young
Page 720 - I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely Head.
Page 32 - And yet — she has not spoke so long! What if heaven be that, fair and strong At life's best, with our eyes upturned Whither life's flower is first discerned, We, fixed so, ever should so abide? What if we still ride on, we two With life for ever old yet new, Changed not in kind but in degree. The instant made eternity, — And heaven just prove that I and she Ride, ride together, for ever ride?
Page 325 - To preserve and strengthen those kind and fraternal feelings which bind together the soldiers, sailors and marines who united to suppress the late Rebellion, and to perpetuate the memory and history of the dead.
Page 281 - We had checked our steeds, Silent with wonder, where the mountain wall Is piled to heaven ; and, through the narrow rift Of the vast rocks, against whose rugged feet Beats the mad torrent with perpetual roar, Where noonday is as twilight, and the wind Comes burdened with the everlasting the lake THE BIÍIDAL OF ГЕХХАСООК.
Page 119 - DOWN by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snowwhite feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree ; But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
Page 123 - BRING the comb and play upon it! Marching, here we come ! Willie cocks his highland bonnet, Johnnie beats the drum. Mary Jane commands the party, Peter leads the rear ; Feet in time, alert and hearty, Each a Grenadier! All in the most martial manner Marching double-quick; While the napkin like a banner Waves upon the stick! Here's enough of fame and pillage, Great commander Jane! Now that we've been round the village, Let's go home again.
Page 32 - I have had from my illustrious friend the following curious account of their journey to church upon the nuptial morn : [9th July] — " Sir, she had read the old romances, and had got into her head the fantastical notion that a woman of spirit should use her lover like a dog. So, Sir, at first she told me that I rode too fast, and she could not keep up with me ; and, when I rode a little slower, she passed me, and complained that I lagged behind. I was not to be made the slave of caprice ; and I...
Page 764 - It is, therefore, all important.in order to get its beneficial effects, to note when you purchase that you have the genuine article, which is manufactured by the California Fig Syrup Co. only, and sold by all reputable druggists. If in the enjoyment of good health and the system is regular, laxatives or other remedies are then not needed. If afflicted with any actual...
Page 24 - She look'd so lovely, as she sway'd The rein with dainty finger-tips, A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this, To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.