Dream-life: A Fable of the Seasons

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Scribner, 1889 - Boys - 258 pages
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Page 98 - I thank Heaven every summer's day of my life, that my lot was humbly cast, within the hearing of romping brooks, and beneath the shadow of oaks. And from all the tramp and bustle of the world, into which fortune has led me in these latter years of my life, I delight to steal away for days and for weeks together, and bathe my spirit in the freedom of the old woods, and to grow young again, lying upon the brook-side and counting the white clouds that sail along the sky, softly and tranquilly — even...
Page 27 - ... white coats and hats hanging in obscure corners, like ghosts, are great! And it is so far away from the old lady who keeps rule in the nursery, that there is no possible risk of a scolding for twisting off the fringe of the rug. There is no baby in the garret to wake up. There is no " company" in the garret to be disturbed by the noise.
Page 27 - ... whatever may be their successes, or their honors — can never re-create. Under the roof-tree of his home, the boy feels SAFE : and where, in the whole realm of life, with its bitter toils, and its bitterer temptations, will he feel safe again?
Page 24 - But presently you see across the fields the dark gray streaks stretching like lines of mists, from the green bosom of the valley to that spot of sky where the company of clouds is loitering; and with an easy shifting of the helm, the fleet of swimmers come drifting over you, and drop their burden into the dancing pools, and make the flowers glisten, and the eaves drip with their crystal bounty. The cattle linger still, cropping the new-come grass; and childhood laughs joyously at the warm rain;—or,...
Page 194 - You ramble, with a little kindling of old desires and memories, over the hillsides that once bounded your boyish vision. Here, you netted the wild rabbits, as they came out at dusk, to feed ; there, upon that tall chestnut, you cruelly maimed your first captive squirrel. The old maples are even now scarred with the rude cuts you gave them, in sappy March. You sit down upon some height, overlooking the valley where you were born ; you trace the faint, silvery line of river ; you detect by the leaning...
Page 22 - April have strown their pall of glory upon his tomb, and the bluebirds have chanted his requiem. It always seems to me as if an access of life came with the melting of the winter's snows, and as if every rootlet of grass, that lifted its first green blade from the matted debris of the old year's decay, bore my spirit upon it, nearer to the largess of Heaven. I love to trace the break of spring step by step : I love even those long...
Page 27 - ... leg broken, and lay a cushion across it, and fix your reins upon the lion's claws of the feet, and then — gallop away ! And you offer sister Nelly a chance, if she will be good; and throw out very patronizing words to little Charlie, who is mounted upon a much humbler horse, — to wit, a decrepit nursery-chair,-— as he of right should be, since he is three years your junior.
Page 26 - IT is an old garret with big, brown rafters ; and the boards between are stained darkly with the rain-storms of fifty years. And as the sportive April shower quickens its flood, it seems as if its torrents would come dashing through the shingles, upon you, and upon your play. But it will not ; for you know that the old roof is strong ; and that it has kept you, and all that love you, for long years...
Page 114 - ... a way foreshadowed is not a way made. And the making of a man's way comes only from that quickening of resolve which we call Ambition. It is the spur that makes man struggle with Destiny: it is Heaven's own incentive, to make Purpose great, and Achievement greater.
Page 28 - There is no baby in the garret to waken up. There is no " company" in the garret to be disturbed by the noise. There is no crotchety Uncle, or GrandMamma, with their everlasting "Boys, boys!" and then a look of such horror! There is great fun in groping through a tall barrel of books and pamphlets, on the look-out for startling pictures; and there are chestnuts in the garret drying, which you have discovered on a ledge of the chimney; and you slide a few into your pocket, and munch them quietly,...

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