...on Camp Called Home The Miracle of the Kisses Fearful Love My Putrid Lover When You Wake the Morning Narcissism Prague at Dusk In Moist Propinquity Pr... ...t Dusk In Moist Propinquity Prowling Getting Old Sally Ann Selfdream Snowflake Haiku Twinkle Star Synthetic Joy Tableaux (van Gogh) The Author ... ...ttached to it a partitioned table-top confiscated from the greengrocer down the lane. Every morning, forehead wrinkled, my grandfather would fill th... ...een trolley – a tall and stout and handsome man, fair-skinned and sapphire-eyed. "A movie star" – they gasped behind his back. Day in and day out, ... ...o his azure pushcart, day in and day out. She said nothing and he remained mute. They just stared with vacuous eyes, perhaps away, perhaps inside, p... ... in her arthritic palms – they all conspired to deny him his erstwhile memory of her. Each morning, my grandfather woke up to study this ageless im... ...bbed me in the back, for instance, or popped me with a silencered gun, or wasted me with a weapon I never even heard of. What she did say stunned m...

... he smelled of sandalwood. He lifted the saddle flaps, undid the girth, and started in anger. There was a short nail driven through the saddle flap,... ...st with the beautiful voice teasing my dreams. 11 Chapter 4 I woke the next morning to find another ribbon-wrapped rose on the night stand next to my... ...his tone. “One day, there was a fire in the barn. I still don’t know how it started. Philippe was visiting and we were having tea. I heard the ala... ...ippe was visiting and we were having tea. I heard the alarm bell sound and started up quickly. I saw the smoke, and ran outside toward the barn, b... ...hlessly as he reached for her head collar. At that moment, I struck with my weapon of choice and did not let go until Giraud had breathed his last. ... ...tell you, though, that when he is in this mood he will write his music from morning until night, barely pausing to eat or sleep. You may not see as... ...r 16 From the pages of Erik’s journal: I left her with great reluctance that morning, before sunrise. Yet, we both knew it must be so. I returned... ...losed since no real cause of death could be determined. I had known Erik’s weapon was effective, but had no idea up until then just how skilled he ...

...Huin's sleep was spastic like a nervous twitch that would every now and then startle him into wakefulness and he would wonder where he was: Muguk, Cho... .....America") and the class was in an uproar. He thought of this in one of his startled awakenings. He looked from the window to flat patches of skimpy ... ...like a reluctant and tortured snake but accepting the inevitability. He just stared at the fountain for many uncomfortable minutes hoping that the mou... ...he trailer park and whisk his sister away, his mother would pursue her early morning exercises in front of the television and he would emulate her mo... ...horrible but in winters the cold snuffed the residents out of sleep in early mornings as animals from forest fires and the mostly aged tenants, before... ...erceptions of them, each one was august, unpretentious, and melting into the morning sun. Those rags they wore were more patriotic than flags and more... ...th the environment and Islamic extremists; more and more societies possessed weapons of mass destruction that had the potential force that was beyond ... ...ed innate aggression behind terms like axis of evil, rogue country harboring weapons of mass destruction, links to Al Queida, and liberation for the I... ...n its quest for meaning was like the Bush administration's groping for these weapons of mass destruction to disprove the obvious: that Bush's hallucin...

...now them no more. To explain all, I must go back to a time long before the morning when my father astonished us all by exclaiming, ‘Poor old James Win... ...ay,—and would 9 Yo n g e add private petitions of his own, sometimes of a startling nature. He never scandalised the nursery, like Griff, by un- seem... ... dinner. She also had to make both ends meet on an income which would seem starvation at the present day; but she was strong, spirited, and managing, ... ...y teacher, except that my father read a chapter of the Bible with us every morning before breakfast, and heard the Catechism on a Sunday. For we could... ...n it, and fathers the fit teachers thereof). And he continued to give this morning lesson when, on our return from airing at Ramsgate after our recove... ...ionaries. ‘Clarence,’ said Mr. Castleford, and the direct address made him start and flush, ‘supposing your father consents, should you be willing to ... ...ious relic in name and nature of the time when every gentleman carried his weapon, there was the sword case, an excrescence behind the back of the bes... ...e behind the back of the best seat, accessible by lifting a cushion, where weapons used to be carried, but where in our peaceful times travellers best... ...eturned disappointed, except for having inspected and admired all Griff ’s weapons, especially what Miss Fordyce called the sword of her rescue. She h...

...d again tasted the finest, the rarest, and the most ethereal plea- sures in a glance of an eye that I should never see again— and never wanted to. The... ... despair; but I saw the game must be played fine and close. It must be my policy to hold myself before her, always in a pathetic or pleasing 12 St. I... ...sined twine—the twine coming I know not whence, but the resin from the green pillars of the shed, which still sweated from the axe. It was a strange t... ...or (suppose it to result seriously) be- tray the name of the survivor. And with that, all being then ready, we composed ourselves to await the moment.... ...killed a man with such an instrument as half a pair of scissors seemed to turn my stomach. I am sure I might have killed a dozen with a firelock, a sa... ...doctor vowed it was impossible, the nature and direction of the wound for- bidding it. Goguelat replied that he was more ingenious than the other thou... ...eased to exist. A little resined twine was perhaps blowing about in the castle gutters; some bits of broken stick may have trailed in corners; and beh... ...fended, as good as confessed, as good as told the nature of the quarrel, and by so doing prepared for myself in the future a most anxious, disagreeabl... ...it the man’s conduct was not bad: in writ- ing it down so long after the events I can even see that it was good. CHAPTER IV—ST. IVES GETS A BUNDLE OF ...

...s at Genoa, after it has rained as it can rain there, in torrents, all the morning; when the clearness of the sea vies with that of the sky; when sile... ...ble heads with yawning jaws, from which water mysteriously flows; when the stars are beaming; when the waves of the Mediterranean lap one after anothe... ...ty-two years old, felt it necessary to provide me with a protector, and to start me in some career. This excellent man, if not indeed a saint, regarde... ...egacy of that kind is hardly likely to be paid, whereas by taking you this morning to M. le Comte’—Al- low me,” said the Consul, interrupting himself,... ...his Christian name only, and to call him Comte Octave.—’By taking you this morning to M. le Comte Octave, I hope to secure you his patronage, which, i... ...elting the snows by the fires of a sealed volcano, holding converse with a star seen by himself alone! 18 Honorine “I detected many dark riddles in h... ...ions, political law, civil and criminal law, and who could find in these a weapon against every anxiety, against every mistake; this profound legislat...

...lighted.” After passing a restless night, when he bethought himself in the morning that there was some new town or district to be seen, he rose, we ar... ...f the beaten route, and then re- turned very near the spot from which they started, his an- swer was that he had no settled course, and that he merely... ...uld thank me to do him the pleasure of spending an hour with him before he started for Medoc. Shortly after my dinner I went to him. He had laid himse... ...ngly, with his wife and M. Bouillhonnas, his uncle. Early on the following morning, however, I had intelli- gence from Madame de la Boetie, that in th... ... thority.” My brother expressed his thanks to him cordially. On the Monday morning he had become so ill that he quite despaired of himself; and he sai... ...of accomplishments, perfections, and virtues, latent (thanks to his unkind stars) in so noble a soul. For the na- ture of things having (I know not ho... ...After this manner brute beasts direct their fury to fall upon the stone or weapon that has hurt them, and with their teeth a even execute revenge upon... ... patior telis vulnera facta meis.” [“ Alas! The wounds were made by my own weapons.”—Ovid, Ep. Phyll. Demophoonti, vers. 48.] They who give the first ... ...t state, it were without question better to let it alone. ’Tis a dangerous weapon, that will hinder and wound its master, if put into an awkward and u...

...undoubtedly the sovereigns nowadays. The times are changed, and so are the weapons. The knight-banneret of old wore a coat of chain armour and a haube... ...usly thought of bidding the son of the house take up arms from the pile of weapons which the nine- teenth century flings down in the market-place. Y o... ...fell upon a total stranger. Something in the man’s large gravity of aspect startled her, and, with a feeling almost like dread, she turned to Mme de M... ...epresentations made to him by the guide and the older men of the place, he started upon the formidable journey. Sum- moning up courage, already highly... ... highly strung by the prospect of dreadful difficulties, he set out in the morning. The loose sand shifted under his feet at every step; and when, at ... ... back. Sound yourself; if you have not courage enough, here is my dagger.” Startled by this dreadful knowledge of pain and human strength, M. de Montr... ...tay?” “Oh, I should be very sorry to allow you to go. I told my- self this morning that it was impossible that I should have made the slightest impres... ...o add to the number of my satellites; to receive even more visitors in the morning than heretofore; I mean to be twice as frivolous; I mean to use you...

...................................................................... 157 BY MORNING TWILIGHT ............................................................. ............................................................. 175 LUCIFER IN STARLIGHT..................................................................... ..................................................................... 176 THE STAR SIRIUS .................................................................. .........................................................337 MEDITATION UNDER STARS......................................................................... ...e day and night are done; Then when dawn drives up her car - Lo! it is the morning star. Love! thy love pours down on mine As the sunlight on the vine... ...d peace thou art gone—to thy grave! Gone where no warning can wake thee to morning, Dead tho’ a thousand hands stretch’d out to save. Thou cam’st to u... ...in his youth had a mind For governing gently his land. Ah, the use of that weapon at hand, When the temper is other than kind! XV At home all was well... ...the gnome Strange themes propounds. VI By hunger sharply sped T o grasp at weapons ere he learns their use, In each new ring he bears a giant’s thews,... ...e’? XLVII And shall they make of Beauty their estate, The fortress and the weapon of their sex? Shall she in her frost-brilliancy dictate, More queenl...

...inter of all Nature’s old original forms—the ocean, the mountains, and the stars— what thorough sympathy could a man have who never saw a real mountai... ...nce I was skill’d in every herb that grew, And every plant that drinks the morning dew; Ah, wretched shepherd, what avails thy art, To cure thy lambs,... ... and Pleasure is no more! No grateful dews descend from evening skies, Nor morning odours from the flowers arise; No rich perfumes refresh the fruitfu... ...But see! where Daphne wondering mounts on high Above the clouds, above the starry sky! 70 Eternal beauties grace the shinin... ...rren deserts with surprise See lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise; And start, amidst the thirsty wilds, to hear New falls of water murmuring in hi... ...believers quit, And are but damn’d for having too much wit. Some praise at morning what they blame at night, 430 But always think the last opin... ...struments of ill! Just then, Clarissa drew with tempting grace A two-edged weapon from her shining case: So ladies in romance assist their knight, Pre... ...ts confusedly rise, And bass and treble voices strike the skies. No common weapons in their hands are found, Like gods they fight, nor dread a mortal ... ...shall attend her there: There purple Vengeance bathed in gore retires, Her weapons blunted, and extinct her fires: There hateful Envy her own snakes s...

...age of the former. In the manual kind, where you front your foe with drawn weapon, one right stroke is final; for, physically speaking, when the brain... ...s Revolution-tumult the figure of thee emerges; mute, ghost-like, as ‘with stars dim-twinkling through. ’ And then, when the light is gone quite out, ... ...posing, should need be: that of merely doing nothing to him; which ends in starvation! Nor esteem it small what those Bill-stickers had to do in Paris... ...mall suite, enter Majesty: the honourable Member stops short; the Assembly starts to its feet; the Twelve Hundred Kings ‘almost all,’ and the Gallerie... ...awn to dusk! For our Lyons Guardsmen took rank, at five in the bright dewy morning; came pouring in, bright- gleaming, to the Quai de Rhone, to march ... ...icant of several things, go pacified to sleep again. Tomorrow is Wednesday morning; unforgetable among 59 Thomas Carlyle the fasti of the world. The ... ... calm on them; yet make it in a snappish, almost insulting manner: how one morning they ‘leave all their chamois shirts’ and superfluous buffs, which ... ...ought; and argumentative men and messmates, flinging down the wine-cup and weapons of reason and repartee, met in the measured field; to part bleeding... ...nt, from his interior sanctuaries, coldly bids all visitors ‘give up their weapons;’ and shuts the door again. The weapons given up form a heap: the c...

...—literally enormous possibilities; but upon this dazzling vista, after one stare of amazement, he resolutely shut his eyes, even as a conscientious “s... ...n this rankness of growth the attainment of his long sought goal. The next morning he alighted at Urshot station, and in the bag in his hand he carrie... ... Gods sufficient for all the chicks in Kent. It was a bright and beautiful morning late in May, and his corns were so much better that he resolved to ... ...was to be his no more! So at least it seemed to him then. He came back and stared at these stu- pendous chicks of his, time after time. “Let me see,” ... ...what I shall have to do,” said Redwood, rest- ing his chin on his fist and staring into the fire. Bensington stood for a space smoothing the down on t... ...” “We fed ‘em up to yethterday, thwelp me,” said Mr. Skin- ner, “But thith morning we didn’t dare, Thir. The noithe of the waptheth wath—thomething aw... ...ers beyond counting, like the sands of the sea.” “They have arms—they have weapons even, that our broth- ers in Sunderland have made.” “Besides, Broth... ...red round the tape or talked in groups in their smoking- rooms. “He has no weapons. He would have gone to Sevenoaks if he had been put up to it.” “Cat... ...egent’s Park. But now, poor wretch, he seems to have felt the need of some weapon. He turned back towards the goods yard of the Great Western Railway,...

...the high parade; and at night after the early winter even-fall, and in the morning before the laggard winter dawn, the wind carries abroad over Edinbu... ...ls the deep archways. And lastly, one night in the springtime – or say one morning rather, at the peep of day – late folk may hear voices of many men ... ...le, sacrifice of their lives, and bade eloquent farewell to sun, moon, and stars, and earthly friendships, or died silent to the roll of drums. Down b... ...in a fit of economy or self- respect; when, in the black hours of a Sunday morning, the whole structure ran together with a hideous uproar and tumbled... ...owded with productions from bygone crimi- nal cases: a grim lumber: lethal weapons, poisoned organs in a jar, a door with a shot-hole through the pane... ...ies’ fingers; and a few miles round Fife Ness is the fatal Inchcape, now a star of guidance; and the lee shore to the east of the Inchcape, is that Fo... ...e clear, dark, moonless night, with a ring of frost in the air, and only a star or two set sparsedly in the vault of heaven; and you will find a sight...

...per- ish,” cries Vergniaud, “but let France be free!”—where- upon they all start to their feet, shouting responsive: “Yes, yes, perisse notre memoire,... ...was but the 12th of Au- gust yet), ‘the servant, in his shirt, ’ with wide-staring eyes, enters your room:—Monsieur, rise; all the people are come to ... ...umult of Satan, ‘for four hours and more!’ And old ladies, of the quarter, started up (as we hear next morning); rang for their Bonnes and cordial-dro... ...urs and more!’ And old ladies, of the quarter, started up (as we hear next morning); rang for their Bonnes and cordial-drops, with shrill interjection... ...is map together, and flings himself on bed; resolved to try, on the morrow morning. With astucity, with swiftness, with au- dacity! One had need to be... ...ight, check- ered with the triple stancheons of our windows. ‘Three in the morning: They were breaking-in one of the prison-doors. We at first thought... ...table 111 Thomas Carlyle Life; endless Necessity environing Freewill! The weapons of the Girondins are Political Philosophy, Respectability and Eloqu... ...for instance, turns a period as sweetly as any man of that generation. The weapons of the Mountain are those of mere nature: Audacity and Impetuosity ... ...rld. Herein has Sansculottism fashioned for itself a Sword of Sharpness: a weapon magical; tempered in the Stygian hell-waters; to the edge of it all ...

...loved talks. How hungry one’s heart gets! I am beginning my jour- nal this morning, and I picture to myself that yours is already started, and that, i... ...g my jour- nal this morning, and I picture to myself that yours is already started, and that, in a few days, I shall be at home in your beautiful Geme... ...therto only in our dreams. Well, then, sweet child, know that on a certain morning— a red-letter day in my life—there arrived from Paris a lady compan... ...Two Brides My suite, consisting of a drawing-room, bedroom, and the pretty morning-room in scarlet and gold, of which I have told you, lies in the win... ...r to believe herself much deeper and cleverer than her daughter. So I only stared vacantly and she was delighted. I kissed her hands repeatedly, telli... ...r? Or could it be my brother? I remained sitting on my grandmother’s sofa, staring at the purse which my father had left on the mantelpiece, at once p... ...is all innocent, armed with the pointed shafts of meditation, and, lo! the weapons of that purely ideal experience have turned against your own breast...

...ketched Ebbo’s career through the ensuing troubles; but the history of the star and of the spark in the stubble seemed to need comple- tion; and the w... ..., and the crowned urn of the henbane. The 10 The Dove in the Eagle’s Nest starred cap of the poppy was actually being shaped under the tool, copied f... ...urred vest the shavings and dust of his work, she added in a more furtive, startled accent, “and, if I mistake not, one is thy brother!” “He is welcom... ...r name, Christina?—put up thy gear and be ready to start with me to-morrow morning for Adlerstein.” “For Adlerstein?” re-echoed the housemother, in a ... ...r appointing with Christina to meet her in the con- fessional early in the morning before mass; and half the night was spent by the aunt and niece in ... ...k for lustier brides than yon little pale face. ’Tis whiter than ever this morning,—but no tears. That is my brave girl.” “Yes, father, I am ready to ... ...knights of ro- mance. Except that he was fairly conversant with the use of weapons, and had occasionally ridden beyond the shadow of his own mountain,... ...erchiefs; men drove sheep, goats, or pigs to barter for knives, spades, or weapons; others were gazing at simple shows—a dancing bear or ape—or cluste... ...ll occupations; and it was by the merest shade that Ebbo excelled with the weapon, and Friedel with the book or tool. For the artist 106 The Dove in ...

...d stupor; the last is blowing at a kind of pipe, to kindle it. And as she blows, and shading it with her lean hand, concentrates its red spark of ligh... ...loosening his grasp as he listens to the incoherent jargon with an attentive frown, he turns to the Lascar and fairly drags him forth upon the floor. ... ...shes about him fiercely with his arms, and draws a phantom knife. It then becomes apparent that the woman has taken possession of this knife, for safe... ...th some reassured nodding of his head, and a gloomy smile. He then lays certain silver money on the table, finds his hat, gropes his way down the brok... ...1 Charles Dickens and conveys it down-stairs. Sounds of recognition and greeting pass between the Reverend Septimus and somebody else, at the stair-fo... ... don’t. I mean, Mr. Sapsea, the Tombatism. It’s another sort from Rheumatism. Mr. Jasper knows what Durdles means. You get among them Tombs afore it’s... ... who strove so hard for him, a cause of bitter animosity (created by himself, and stated by himself), against that ill-starred fellow. He had armed hi... ...ights another at it, crams the guttering frying morsel deep into the candlestick, and rams it home with the new candle, as if she were loading some il...

...ow shuddering. A hunts- man does not take such minute precautions with his weapon to kill small game, neither does he use, in the department of the Au... ...uring a charge of powder, poured it into the barrel of his gun, rested the weapon against the parapet and said to Marthe:— “No one knows I own that gu... ...ting quietly the fatal ill-luck of this encounter and the discovery of the weapon. He seemed no longer to care for life, and his wife fathomed his inw... ...m to me two weeks after we sign the deed of sale before Grevin— ” Violette stared at Michu and grew livid. “Ah! you came here to spy upon a Jacobin wh... ...untenance shone, whose forehead spoke, whose brilliant eyes glittered like stars; they saw it in the sweat that covered his brow to the roots of his h... ...ter knowing them safely in bed had gone between one and two o’clock in the morning to a rendezvous with her cousins in the forest, where she hid them ... ...mission. Malin was not mis- taken in attributing a double purpose to those stars of tragic farces. But, before seeing them at work, it is advisable to... ...n. “They are already on the road to Paris; they were to enter it to-morrow morning,” said the countess when he had fin- ished. “Lost!” exclaimed Michu... ...n trick. 88 An Historical Mystery CHAPTER IX FOILED AT SIX O’CLOCK in the morning, as day was dawning, Corentin and Peyrade returned. Having explored...

... of the Dekabrists—and the worship of Napoleon; faith in destiny, in one’s star, in strength of will; pose and fine phrases—and a miserable sense of t... ...Napoleon was not considered impossible. For that is a mat- ter of a man’s “star”—and he was regarded as a “man of des- 7 Turgenev tiny,” just as ther... ...ess, deli- cate sleep.... And how mysteriously, like sparks of silver, the stars filtered through the mist! We were both silent. The fan- tastic beaut... ...hat time did he set off for town?” I asked sternly. “At six o’clock in the morning.” “And how was he—did he seem anxious, depressed?” Semyon looked do... ...f house serfs, especially many maids, who earned their salt, however: from morning to night their backs were bent over their work. She liked driving o... ...er girl friends sat looking a figure of misery, and who cried all the next morning while Kirillovna was dressing her for the wedding, was soon comfort... ...’ve got, a dagger?” “It’s a cutlass; a cutlass, so to say, is the sailor’s weapon.” “Ah, a cutlass! Is it sharp? May I look?” With an effort, biting h... ...e pronounced, throwing herself into a majestic attitude. “There, take your weapon! And how old are you?” she asked suddenly. “T wenty-five.” “And I am...

... guard and the queen proceeded on her way, haughtily disdainful of their entreaties. At length parliament was convoked; the authority of the king was ... ...e left alone. When he was alone he opened the door of the corridor and then that of the ante-chamber. There D’Artagnan was asleep upon a bench. The ca... ...him; and after certain love passages, much obstructed by an inconvenient husband to whom a dozen times D’Artagnan had made a pretence of passing a swo... ...reserved to their proper time. He was hungry; he supped, he went to bed. Neither was he one of those who think that the necessary silence of the night... ...d made the sign of the cross; but when Bazin passed in his turn, with his eyes raised to Heaven and walking, in all humility, the very last, D’Artagna... ...h the bottle in his hand. D’Artagnan, more surprised than ever 80 Twenty Years After at the tone and manners of the Abbe d’Herblay, which con- traste... ...t day and also with regard to the shooting party which had been proposed. 108 Twenty Years After “Tell me, Mouston,” said Porthos, “are my arms in go... ...nted. “We must first extract the steel from the side,” said he, shaking his head in a significant manner. The prophecy which the wounded man had just ... ...shaft of the car- riage, making a rampart of his horse, drew his pistols from their holsters and fastened them to his belt, and began to fight with th...