"At You-all's House": A Missouri Nature Story

Macmillan, 1898 - 346 ˹
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˹ 335 - SAINT AUGUSTINE ! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame ! All common things, each day's events, That with the hour begin and end, Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend. The low desire, the base design, That makes another's virtues less...
˹ 345 - This is a delightfully entertaining novel, and it is seldom that one of such masterly qualities, by a new author, wins its way to public favor as this is sure to do.
˹ 9 - ... the lights on lawn and lea, The flocks are whiter down the vale, And milkier every milky sail On winding stream or distant sea ; Where now the seamew pipes, or dives In yonder greening gleam, and fly The happy birds, that change their sky To build and brood ; that live their lives From land to land ; and in my breast Spring wakens too ; and my regret Becomes an April violet, And buds and blossoms like the rest.
˹ 345 - One of the best stories that has come from the presses in the last six months. The plot is novel, the central idea clear, and the incidents are worked out with a degree of skill and good taste that are eminently satisfactory. Its quiet humor is one of its best qualities." The Brooklyn Eagle.
˹ 94 - He travels, and I too. I tread his deck, Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes Discover countries, with a kindred heart Suffer his woes, and share in his escapes ; While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
˹ 193 - To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
˹ 335 - A moment after, and hands unseen Were hanging the night around us fast; But we knew that a bar was broken between Life and life: we were mixed at last In spite of the mortal screen.
˹ 283 - The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
˹ 345 - No such piece of inimitable comedy in a literary way has appeared for years. ... It is the purest, keenest fun.
˹ 209 - When Jacob saw his Rachel with the sheep, He did at the same time both kiss and weep. Whereas some say, A cloud is in his head ; That doth but show his wisdom's covered With its own mantle.