The Old Virginia Gentleman: And Other Sketches

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Scribner, 1910 - Virginia - 312 pages
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Page 305 - The candles of heaven was lit, one by one ; I saw the stars rise. The great organ of eternity began to play from the world's end to the world's end and all the angels went to prayers. Then the music changed to water, full of feeling that couldn't be thought, and began to drop — drip, drop — drip, drop, clear and sweet, like tears of joy falling into a lake of glory.
Page 43 - Oh ! never shall we. know again A heart so stout and true — The olden times have passed away, And weary are the new : The fair White Rose has faded From the garden where it grew, And no fond tears save those of heaven The glorious bed bedew Of the last old Scottish cavalier. All of the olden time ! G MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
Page 303 - ... whole wide world was bright and happy as a king. Seemed to me like there was a good breakfast in every house in the land, and not a sick child or woman anywhere. It was a fine mornin'. And I says to my neighbor, "That's music, that is.
Page 302 - he's showin' off. He thinks he's a-doin' of it, but he ain't got no idee, no plan of nothin'. If he'd play me a tune of some kind or other, I'd—" But my neighbor says, "Heish !" very impatient. I was just about to git up and go home, bein...
Page 306 - ... at the same time. The house trembled, the lights danced, the walls shuk, the floor come up, the ceilin...
Page 304 - It was a circus, and a brass band, and a big ball, all goin' on at the same time. He lit into them keys like a thousand of brick, he give 'em no rest, day nor night; he set every livin' joint in me a-goin', and not bein' able to stand it no longer, I jumpt spang onto my seat, and jest hollored: "'Go it, my Rube!
Page 306 - ... out of the treble into the clouds, whar the notes was finer than the p'ints of cambric needles, and you couldn't hear nothin
Page 232 - Now he turns, and after one or 231 two ineffectual efforts to get his pole fixed in the rocky bottom of the river, secures his purchase, adjusts the upper part of the pole to the pad at his shoulder, bends to his task, and the long, but not ungraceful bark mounts the rapids like a seabird breasting the storm.
Page 304 - Feared to me that all the gas in the house was turned on at once, things got so bright, and I hilt up my head, ready to look any man in the face, and not afraid of nothin. It was a circus, and a brass band, and a big ball, all goin
Page 303 - I don't know who, better than the men with guitars did. Then the sun went down, it got dark, the wind moaned and wept like a lost child for its dead mother, and I could a got up then and there and preached a better sermon than any I ever listened to. There wasn'ta thing in the world left to live for, not a blame thing, and yet I didn't want the music to stop one bit. It was happier to be miserable than to be happy without being miserable.

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