A Breeze from the WoodsCalifornia Publishing Company, 1883 - 255 頁 |
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第 242 頁 - But the hands that were played By that heathen Chinee, And the points that he made Were quite frightful to see, Till at last he put down a right bower, Which the same Nye had dealt unto me. Then I looked up at Nye, And he gazed upon me; And he rose with a sigh, And said, "Can this be ? We are ruined by Chinese cheap labor; " And he went for that heathen Chinee.
第 244 頁 - Nell' on English meadows Wandered and lost their way. "And so in mountain solitudes — o'ertaken As by some spell divine — Their cares dropped from them like the needles shaken From out the gusty pine. " Lost is that camp, and wasted all its fire ; And he who wrought that spell ? — Ah, towering pine and stately Kentish spire, Ye have one tale to tell ! " Lost is that camp ! but let its fragrant story Blend with the breath that thrills With hop-vines' incense all the pensive glory That fills...
第 244 頁 - twas boyish fancy,— for the reader Was youngest of them all, — But, as he read, from clustering pine and cedar A silence seemed to fall; The fir-trees, gathering closer in the shadows, Listened in every spray, While the whole camp, with "Nell" on English meadows Wandered and lost their way.
第 243 頁 - Then Abner Dean of Angel's raised a point of order, when A chunk of old red sandstone took him in the abdomen, And he smiled a kind of sickly smile, and curled up on the floor, And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more.
第 243 頁 - But first I would remark, that it is not a proper plan For any scientific gent to whale his fellow-man, And, if a member don't agree with his peculiar whim, To lay for that same member for to "put a head" on him. Now nothing could be finer or more beautiful to see Than the first six months...
第 243 頁 - Now, I hold it is not decent for a scientific gent To say another is an ass — at least, to all intent; Nor should the individual who happens to be meant Reply by heaving rocks at him to any great extent.
第 244 頁 - ... painted The ruddy tints of health On haggard face and form that drooped and fainted In the fierce race for wealth; Till one arose, and from his pack's scant treasure A hoarded volume drew, And cards were dropped from hands of listless leisure To hear the tale anew. And then, while round them shadows gathered faster, And as the firelight fell, He read aloud the book wherin the Master Had writ of "Little Nell.
第 253 頁 - ... if there be a picturesque people, we might look for a new school of art, and even famous painters. Where a poet can be inspired, there look also for the poetry which is put on canvas. In one respect our modern civilization is nearly fatal to art. Philip Hamerton says that "a noble artist will gladly paint a peasant driving a yoke of oxen ; but not a commercial traveler in his gig. . . . Men and women have a fatal liberty which mountains have not. They have the liberty of spoiling themselves,...
第 245 頁 - With hop-vines' incense all the pensive glory That fills the Kentish hills. " And on that grave where English oak, and holly, And laurel wreaths entwine, Deem it not all a too-presumptuous folly — This spray of western pine ! " It was left to this shy man, who came forth from the very wastes of this far-off wilderness, to lay upon the bier of the dead humorist as fragrant an offering as any mortal fellowship could suggest.
第 99 頁 - ... flank. Observe, that overheated as he is, he does not rush into that clear stream. He takes his bath in that shallow spring with a soft mud bottom. Note how he plasters himself, laying the wounded side underneath, and then sitting down on his haunches, buries all the wounded parts in the ooze. That mud has medicinal properties. The dog knows it. No physician could make so good a poultice for the wounds of a cat's claws as this dog has found for himself.