Life, Volume 19

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John Ames Mitchell
Life, 1892 - American literature
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Page 356 - Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet. Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth!
Page 68 - At that outrageous bug I shot The fury of mine eye; Said I, in scorn all burning hot, In rage and anger high, "You ignominious idiot! Those wings are made to fly! ''I do not want to fly," said he, "I only want to squirm!" And he drooped his wings dejectedly, But still his voice was firm: "I do not want to be a fly! I want to be a worm!
Page 213 - And every one that heareth these sayings of mine and doeth them not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand : and the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell: and great was the fall of it.
Page 68 - Where once I had a swarm! Soft fuzzy fur — a joy to view — Once kept my body warm, Before these flapping wing-things grew, To hamper and deform! " At that outrageous bug I shot The fury of mine eye; Said I, in scorn all burning hot, In rage and anger high, " You ignominious idiot! Those wings are made to fly! " " I do not want to fly," said he,
Page 64 - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Page 148 - She was no longer the milkmaid, but a visionary essence of woman — a whole sex condensed into one typical form. He called her Artemis, Demeter, and other fanciful names half teasingly, which she did not like because she did not understand them. ' Call me Tess,' she would say askance ; and he did.
Page 68 - THE garden beds I wandered by One bright and cheerful morn, When I found a new-fledged butterfly, A-sitting on a thorn, A black and crimson butterfly, All doleful and forlorn. I thought that life could have no sting To infant butterflies, So I gazed on this unhappy thing With wonder and surprise, While sadly with his waving wing He wiped his weeping eyes. Said I, "What can the matter be? Why weepest thou so sore? With garden fair and sunlight free And flowers in goodly store:" — But he only turned...
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Page 124 - Rochester!" he exclaimed, sitting up. "Where's the porter?" Hastily slipping on his trousers, he went in search of the negro, and found him in the porter's closet, huddled up, with his head in a bandage, his clothes torn, and his arm in a sling. "Well," says the drummer, "you are a sight.
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