The Overland MonthlySamuel Carson, 1902 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 81 筆
第 532 頁
... hills of my own Black Forest iay beyond the Rhine . " When the joyous monks welcomed us at the gate , I eagerly scanned each face but that of Brother Ambrose was not among them . Afraid to ask questions I disengaged myself from the ...
... hills of my own Black Forest iay beyond the Rhine . " When the joyous monks welcomed us at the gate , I eagerly scanned each face but that of Brother Ambrose was not among them . Afraid to ask questions I disengaged myself from the ...
第 544 頁
... hills they had halted to gaze beneath the arched hand into the lonely valleys , from whence came no sound of lowing cows nor roaring bulls . Like the voice of famine through the lonesome air came the caw - caw of the crow . Like heaps ...
... hills they had halted to gaze beneath the arched hand into the lonely valleys , from whence came no sound of lowing cows nor roaring bulls . Like the voice of famine through the lonesome air came the caw - caw of the crow . Like heaps ...
第 545 頁
... hills and came back like a mockery . The men gazed into each other's faces and grinned with twitching lips . Again the lonesome air slumbered , save for a weird , monotonous song that arose from the tepee of the big medicine man ...
... hills and came back like a mockery . The men gazed into each other's faces and grinned with twitching lips . Again the lonesome air slumbered , save for a weird , monotonous song that arose from the tepee of the big medicine man ...
第 546 頁
... hills . He looked about him and saw a circle of gray wolves staring at him with eyes like moons dawn- stricken . He felt about him for a weapon but found only his stone pipe and pouch of red willow bark . He filled his pipe and lit it ...
... hills . He looked about him and saw a circle of gray wolves staring at him with eyes like moons dawn- stricken . He felt about him for a weapon but found only his stone pipe and pouch of red willow bark . He filled his pipe and lit it ...
第 547 頁
... hills clamorous with echoes ! The whole camp leaped from its blankets and stared with blinking eyes in the direc- tion of the shout . There upon the brow of the hill that overlooked the camp , stood a horse and rider , set in bold ...
... hills clamorous with echoes ! The whole camp leaped from its blankets and stared with blinking eyes in the direc- tion of the shout . There upon the brow of the hill that overlooked the camp , stood a horse and rider , set in bold ...
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第 848 頁 - ASLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep! •£•»- From which none ever wakes to weep, A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes.
第 574 頁 - And when he fell in whirlwind, he went down As when a lordly cedar, green with boughs, Goes down with a great shout upon the hills, And leaves a lonesome place against the sky.
第 851 頁 - As you are now so once was I; As I am now so you must be, Prepare for death and follow me.
第 722 頁 - Through all the wonderful, eventful centuries since Christ's time — and long before that — God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand straining, leveling tempests and floods ; but he cannot save them from fools, — only Uncle Sam can do that.
第 848 頁 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
第 780 頁 - Of this fair land : thy golden rootlets sup Her sands of gold — of gold thy petals spun. Her golden glory, thou! on hills and plains, Lifting, exultant, every kingly cup Brimmed with the golden vintage of the sun.
第 791 頁 - University ; and the funds accruing from the rents or sale of such lands, or from any other source...
第 722 頁 - Any fool can destroy trees. They cannot run away; and if they could, they would still be destroyed — chased and hunted down as long as run or a dollar could be got out of their bark hides, branching horns or magnificent bole backbones.
第 562 頁 - For fourteen years I have not had a day's real health; I have wakened sick and gone to bed weary; and I have done my work unflinchingly. I have written in bed, and written out of it, written in hemorrhages, written in sickness, written torn by coughing, written when my head swam for weakness ; and for so long it seems to me I have won my wager and recovered my glove.
第 561 頁 - I was standing out on the little verandah in front of my room this morning, and there went through me or over me a wave of extraordinary and apparently baseless emotion.