The Century: 1902, 64 tomasCentury Company, 1902 |
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... Le Prêcheur the follow- ing despatch : Serious volcanic eruption . Since morning we have been under ashes . We ask your prayers . At half - past eleven o'clock that night St. Pierre was awakened by the noise of terrifying detonations ...
... Le Prêcheur the follow- ing despatch : Serious volcanic eruption . Since morning we have been under ashes . We ask your prayers . At half - past eleven o'clock that night St. Pierre was awakened by the noise of terrifying detonations ...
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... Le Prêcheur just in time to go on board . Was it my good angel protecting me ? Or , rather , would it not have been better for me not to survive , but to die ? THURSDAY , MAY 8. THE ASCENSION . This date should be written in blood ...
... Le Prêcheur just in time to go on board . Was it my good angel protecting me ? Or , rather , would it not have been better for me not to survive , but to die ? THURSDAY , MAY 8. THE ASCENSION . This date should be written in blood ...
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... Le Prêcheur , describing in the country round about the city a regular curve of from two to three kilometers . Nothing could convey an impression of the atmo- spheric disturbance produced by this fiery hurricane . What did it contain ...
... Le Prêcheur , describing in the country round about the city a regular curve of from two to three kilometers . Nothing could convey an impression of the atmo- spheric disturbance produced by this fiery hurricane . What did it contain ...
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... Le Prêcheur , and we have a total of victims exceeding thirty thousand . Taking into account , however , that , for two or three days prior to the dis- aster , many persons , and women in particu- lar , had begun to leave St. Pierre , I ...
... Le Prêcheur , and we have a total of victims exceeding thirty thousand . Taking into account , however , that , for two or three days prior to the dis- aster , many persons , and women in particu- lar , had begun to leave St. Pierre , I ...
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... Le Prêcheur was being submerged by water . The Le Prêcheur River overflowed , on May 8 , the church , the parson- age , and the town . All are now covered with from one to two meters of sand and rocks . Abbé Desprez could , happily ...
... Le Prêcheur was being submerged by water . The Le Prêcheur River overflowed , on May 8 , the church , the parson- age , and the town . All are now covered with from one to two meters of sand and rocks . Abbé Desprez could , happily ...
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270 psl. - FROM the Desert I come to thee On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire. Under thy window I stand, And the midnight hears my cry: I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
486 psl. - Man who cannot look Upon his mortal days with temperate blood Who vexes all the leaves of his Life's book And robs his fair name of its maidenhood. It is as if the rose should pluck herself Or the ripe plum finger its misty bloom, As if a clear Lake meddling with itself Should cloud its pureness with a muddy gloom.
270 psl. - Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade; Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade; Where'er you tread, the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
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485 psl. - But the faithful fighters of this hour, or the beings that then and there will represent them, may turn to the faint-hearted, who here decline to go on, with words like those with which Henry IV greeted the tardy Crillon after a great battle had been gained: "Hang yourself, brave Crillon! We fought at Arques, and you were not there!"— The Will to Believe.
103 psl. - But the fierce flute whose notes acclaim Dim goddesses of fiery fame, Cymbal and clamorous kettledrum, Timbrels and tabrets, all are dumb That turned the high chill air to flame ; The singing tongues of fire are numb That called on Cotys by her name Edonian, till they felt her come And maddened, and her mystic face Lightened along the streams of Thrace.
104 psl. - A little time that we may fill Or with such good works or such ill As loose the bonds or make them strong Wherein all manhood suffers wrong. By rose-hung river and light-foot rill There are who rest not ; who think long Till they discern as from a hill At the sun's hour of morning song, Known of souls only, and those souls free, The sacred spaces of the sea.
15 psl. - A BEAUTIFUL and happy girl, With step as light as summer air, Eyes glad with smiles, and brow of pearl, Shadowed by many a careless curl Of unconfined and flowing hair...
15 psl. - He had never before publicly acknowledged how much of his heart was wrapped up in this delightful play of poetic fancy. The poem was written in 1841, and although the romance it embalms lies far back of this date, possibly there is a heart still beating which fully understands its meaning. The biographer can do no more than make this suggestion, which has the sanction of the poet's explicit word.
486 psl. - You cannot eat your cake and have it too." — Proverb. How fever'd is the man, who cannot look Upon his mortal days with temperate blood, Who vexes all the leaves of his life's book, And robs his fair name of its maidenhood : It is as if the rose should pluck herself, Or the ripe plum finger its misty bloom, As if a Naiad, like a meddling elf, Should darken her pure grot with muddy- gloom : But the rose leaves herself upon the briar, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed, And the ripe plum...