The Truth about Tolna

Century Company, 1906 - 359 ページ


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211 ページ - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well : For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored and unsung.
320 ページ - The sluggard is wiser in his own conceit than seven men that can render a reason.
157 ページ - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. " This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ;* But she shall bloom in winter snow, Ere we two meet again.
41 ページ - And let me the cannikin clink, clink; And let me the cannikin clink. A soldier's a man; O man's life's but a span, Why then, let a soldier drink.
16 ページ - Runkle reveals him upon the stage of the Metropolitan Opera HERO House, as Lohengrin, and this is the way he looks : Tall, slender, straight, his silver armor against the dark curtain gleaming with unearthly radiance, his outstretched hand grasping his shining sword, his great, grave eyes looking not at, but past the audience, like eyes that see visions — he was the very incarnation of the militant angel, heaven-sent to champion, to right distresses Off the stage, with his "pale distinguished face...
17 ページ - ... pale distinguished face" bearing "the indefinable but mistakable look of race," his "extraordinary personal beauty," and his "pleading eyes, almond-shaped under wide, level brows and grave as with all the sorrows of the world," he is even more interesting. Add to this that he is accredited with being "as shy of the world, as much out of sympathy with our life, as much wrapt in his ideals as a young monk," it is small wonder that he makes fifty thousand a year and is adored by the Matinee Girl.
161 ページ - I have loved her since the day I first saw her. I have desired her for my wife. God! do I want her to love you?
12 ページ - I don't want to rush in where angels fear to tread, but — does to-night atone to you for your own calamity?
353 ページ - But when I told him that I was going to give up my great match — " her eyes filled with sudden tears.