The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 116Atlantic Monthly Company, 1915 - American essays |
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... thing . I may have talked too much . That does happen . Remember one thing : I am not inaccessible . I may now and then get an opportunity to talk again , and in a new background . Who knows ? I am counting on nothing but the facts ...
... thing . I may have talked too much . That does happen . Remember one thing : I am not inaccessible . I may now and then get an opportunity to talk again , and in a new background . Who knows ? I am counting on nothing but the facts ...
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... thing in the way of a policeman that we have — marched up the road beating his drum . At every crossroad he stopped and read ... things rarely go to this length and stop . Judging by this morning's papers Germany really wants it . War is ...
... thing in the way of a policeman that we have — marched up the road beating his drum . At every crossroad he stopped and read ... things rarely go to this length and stop . Judging by this morning's papers Germany really wants it . War is ...
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... things . Not only is all France under martial law , but the censorship of the press is absolute . Every one has to carry his papers and be provided with a passport , for which he is liable to be asked in simply crossing a road . Meaux ...
... things . Not only is all France under martial law , but the censorship of the press is absolute . Every one has to carry his papers and be provided with a passport , for which he is liable to be asked in simply crossing a road . Meaux ...
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... things , and the alter- natives are not free from difficulties of a formidable kind . For one thing , it will never be easy for us to give up the internal elasticity of our system in exchange for a rigid regimentation of society in ...
... things , and the alter- natives are not free from difficulties of a formidable kind . For one thing , it will never be easy for us to give up the internal elasticity of our system in exchange for a rigid regimentation of society in ...
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... Things are tided along without any clear aim or method and without any tribunal that can determine the right and wrong of questions involved , until somebody is killed or a serious riot threatens the destruction of prop- erty . Then ...
... Things are tided along without any clear aim or method and without any tribunal that can determine the right and wrong of questions involved , until somebody is killed or a serious riot threatens the destruction of prop- erty . Then ...
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Page 218 - The wonder is I didn't see at once. I never noticed it from here before. I must be wonted to it— that's the reason. The little graveyard where my people are! So small the window frames the whole of it. Not so much larger than a bedroom, is it? There are three stones of slate and one of marble, Broad-shouldered little slabs there in the sunlight On the sidehill. We haven't to mind those. But I understand: it is not the stones, But the child's mound—" "Don't, don't, don't, don't,
Page 470 - I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, By God! I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.
Page 222 - I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better.
Page 283 - Hitherto it is questionable if all the mechanical inventions yet made have lightened the day's toil of any human being. They have enabled a greater population to live the same life of drudgery and imprisonment, and an increased number of manufacturers and others to make large fortunes.
Page 223 - I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less travelled by, And that has made all the difference. —ROBERT FROST Chapter 2 Energy Strategy: The Road Not Taken?
Page 215 - MENDING WALL Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not one stone on a stone, But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean, No one has seen them made or heard them made, But at spring mending-time we find them there. I let...
Page 233 - Not that, amassing flowers, Youth sighed 'Which rose make ours, Which lily leave and then as best recall?' Not that, admiring stars, It yearned ' Nor Jove nor Mars; Mine be some figured flame which blends, transcends them all!
Page 216 - I'll sit and see if that small sailing cloud Will hit or miss the moon." It hit the moon. Then there were three there, making a dim row, The moon, the little silver cloud, and she. Warren returned — too soon, it seemed to her, Slipped to her side, caught up her hand and waited. " Warren," she questioned. " Dead,
Page 216 - And spread her apron to it. She put out her hand Among the harp-like morning-glory strings, Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves, As if she played unheard some tenderness That wrought on him beside her in the night. "Warren," she said, "he has come home to die: You needn't be afraid he'll leave you this time.
Page 215 - Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage To meet him in the doorway with the news And put him on his guard. "Silas is back." She pushed him outward with her through the door And shut it after her. "Be kind,