Miss Mystery

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Little, Brown, and Company, 1913 - 370 pàgines
 

Continguts

I
1
II
34
III
53
IV
69
V
84
VI
108
VII
139
IX
157
XII
205
XIII
222
XIV
244
XV
271
XVI
293
XVII
312
XVIII
329
XIX
352

XI
176

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Pàgina 34 - Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits — and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
Pàgina 244 - The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes — or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two — is gone.
Pàgina 176 - Some for the Glories of This World; and some Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come; Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum! Look to the blowing Rose about us — "Lo, Laughing...
Pàgina 293 - But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.
Pàgina 53 - The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes; And He that toss'd you down into the Field, He knows about it all — HE knows — HE knows!
Pàgina 271 - There was a Door to which I found no Key; There was a Veil past which I could not see: Some little Talk awhile of ME and THEE There seemed — and then no more of THEE and ME. XXXIII Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried, Asking: 'What Lamp had Destiny to guide Her little Children stumbling in the Dark?' And — 'A blind Understanding!
Pàgina 312 - A Hair perhaps divides the False and True; Yes; and a single Alif were the clue — Could you but find it — to the Treasure-house, And peradventure to THE MASTER too...
Pàgina 222 - Why, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare Blaspheme the twisted tendril as a Snare? A Blessing, we should use it, should we not? And if a Curse - why, then, Who set it there?
Pàgina 84 - Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose ! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
Pàgina 329 - A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread — and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness — Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

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