Moonbeams from the Larger LunacyJohn Lane Company, 1915 - 216 pages |
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Page 157 - And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?
Page 157 - By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; And, in the scowl of heaven, each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste ! " the lady cries, " Though tempests round us gather, I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Page 14 - SOMEHOW as they sat together on the deck of the great steamer in the afterglow of the sunken sun, listening to the throbbing of the propeller (a rare sound which neither of them of course had ever heard before), de Vere felt that he must speak to her. Something of the mystery of the girl fascinated him. What was she doing here alone with no one but her mother and her maid, on the bosom of the Atlantic? Why was she here? Why was she not somewhere else? The thing puzzled, perplexed him. It would not...
Page 22 - So you sometimes feel as if the whole thing were not worth while." "I do," said Mr. Overgold. "I can't help asking myself what it all means. Is life, after all, merely a series of immaterial phenomena, self-developing and based solely on sensation and reaction, or is it something else?" He paused for a moment to sign a cheque for $10,000 and throw it out of the window, and then went on, speaking still with the terse brevity of a man of business. "Is sensation -everywhere or is there perception too?...
Page 157 - A chieftain to the Highlands bound Cried "Boatman do not tarry ! And I'll give you a silver pound To row me o'er the ferry.
Page 16 - What a wonderful picture!" she murmured half to herself, half aloud, and half not aloud and half not to herself. " Through the whole of it," de Vere went on, " there run railways, most of them from east to west, though a few run from west to east. The Pennsylvania system alone has twenty-one thousand miles of track." " Twenty-one thousand miles," she repeated ; already she felt her will strangely subordinate to his.
Page 27 - Does he know too?" asked de Vere. " Mr. Overgold ? " she said carelessly. " I suppose he does. Eh apres, man ami?" French? Another mystery! Where and how had she learned it? de Vere asked himself. Not in France, certainly. " I fear that you are very young, amico mio," Dorothea went on carelessly. "After all, what is there wrong in it piccolo pochito? To a man's mind perhaps — but to a woman, love is love.
Page 234 - No nation on the face of the globe is so able to grasp and appropriate all elements of culture, to add to them from the stores of its own spiritual endowment, and to give back to mankind richer gifts than it received.
Page 34 - ... steamer was slipping away in the darkness. On its deck a little group of people, standing beside a pile of first-class cabin luggage, directed a last sad look through their heavy black disguise at the rapidly vanishing shore which they could not see. De Vere, who stood in the midst of them, clasping their hands, thus stood and gazed his last at America. " Spoof !