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Seite 385 - Here is the place; right over the hill Runs the path I took; You can see the gap in the old wall still, And the stepping-stones in the shallow brook. There is the house, with the gate red-barred, And the poplars tall; And the barn's brown length, and the cattle-yard, And the white horns tossing above the wall.
Seite 385 - I brushed off the burrs, and smoothed my hair, And cooled at the brookside my brow and throat. Since we parted, a month had passed, To love, a year; Down through the beeches I looked at last On the little red gate and the well-sweep near.
Seite 386 - Trembling, I listened: the summer sun Had the chill of snow; For I knew she was telling the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go! Then I said to myself, "My Mary weeps For the dead to-day: Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the pain of his age away.
Seite 385 - The sundown's blaze on her window-pane, The bloom of her roses under the eaves. Just the same as a month before, The house and the trees, The barn's brown gable, the vine by the door, Nothing changed but the hives of bees.
Seite 385 - To love, a year; Down through the beeches I looked at last On the little red gate and the well-sweep near. I can see it all now, - the slantwise rain Of light through the leaves, The sundown's blaze on her window-pane, The bloom of her roses under the eaves. Just the same as a month...
Seite 385 - Pansy and daffodil, rose and pink. A year has gone, as the tortoise goes, Heavy and slow ; And the same rose blows, and the same sun glows, And the same brook sings, of a year ago.
Seite 214 - This brilliant new Oliver comes at the old-time price. It costs no more than lesser makes — now outof-date when compared with this discovery. For while the Oliver's splendid new features are costly — we have equalized the added expense to us by simplifying construction. Resolve right now to see this great achievement before you spend a dollar for any typewriter. If you are using some other make you will want to see how much more this one does. If you are using an Oliver, it naturally follows...
Seite 386 - But her dog whined low ; on the doorway sill, With his cane to his chin, The old man sat ; and the chore-girl still Sung to the bees stealing out and in. And the song she was singing ever since In my ear sounds on : — 'Stay at home, pretty bees, fly not hence...
Seite 214 - A NEW MODEL TYPEWRITER! Buy it NOW! Yes, the Crowning TYPEWRITER Triumph Is Here! It is just out— and comes years before experts expected it. For makers have striven a lifetime to attain this ideal machine. And Oliver has won again, as we scored when we gave the world its first visible writing. There is truly no other typewriter on earth like this new Oliver "9.