The Harbor

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Grosset and Dunlap, 1915 - Brooklyn (New York, N.Y.) - 387 pages

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Page 47 - Rolling Home, Rolling Home, Rolling Home across the Sea Rolling Home to Dear Old England Rolling Home Dear Land to Thee.
Page 68 - Albert Edwards" and who had fought on the barricades at Moscow. Bullard had finally made his escape on the ice, walking directly under the walls of the Kremlin. This Russian revolution had profoundly impressed the sensitive young whose first glimmer of social conscious• "What could American writers today, with their sentimental little yarns covering with a laugh or a tear all the big deep facts of life, show to compare to the unflinching powerful work of the best writers over in France? In Paris...
Page 58 - I saw a big crowd on the front campus. It grew every moment, became a mob, shoving and surging, shouting and jeering. I climbed some steps to look into the center, and saw two painted terrified girls, hysterical, sobbing, swearing and shrieking. So they were shoved, a hidden spectacle, to the station and put on the train. Nothing like that on our front campus! Nothing like "sex" in the front rooms of our minds.
Page 5 - ... you walked to the end of the garden and peered through the ivycovered bars of the fence, as I had done when I was so little that I could barely walk alone, you had the first mighty thrill of your life. For you found that through a hole in the ivy you could see a shivery distance straight down through the air to a street below. You found that the two iron posts, one at either end of the fence, were warm when you touched them, had holes in the top, had smoke coming out — were chimneys! And slowly...
Page 387 - Make way for me. Make way, all you little men. Make way, all you habits and all you institutions, all you little creeds and gods. For I am the start of the voyage — over the ocean to heathen lands! And I am always starting out and always bearing you along! For I am your molder, I am strong — I am a surprise, I am a shock — I am a dazzling passion of hope — I am a grim executioner! I am reality — I am life! I am the book that has no end!
Page 5 - ... warehouse" long ago when the waters of the harbour had come 'way in to the street below. The old "wharves" had been down there, she said. What was a "wharf"? It was a "dock," she told me. And she said that a family of "dockers" lived in the building under our garden.
Page 373 - I have seen three harbors: my father's harbor which is now dead, Dillon's harbor of big companies which is very much alive, and Joe Kramer's harbor which is struggling to be born.
Page 351 - And in its place a huge new god, whose feet stood deep in poverty and in whose head were all the dreams of all the toilers of the earth, had called to me with one deep voice, with one tremendous burning passion for the freedom of mankind.
Page 48 - Rolling home, rolling home Rolling home across the sea ; Rolling home to Merry England, Rolling home, dear land, to thee...
Page 250 - ... behind us. And I was where I belonged. I was in dazzling sunshine and keen frosty Autumn air. I was among gay throngs of people. Dainty women brushed me by. I felt the softness of their furs, I breathed the fragrant scent of them and of the flowers that they wore, I saw their fresh immaculate clothes, I heard the joyous tumult of their talking and their laughing to the regular crash of the band — all the life of the ship I had known so well. And I walked through it all as though in a dream....

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