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日期：2007-10-19 hullo, alice! hullo, leon! say, alice, gi' me a couple o' them two for five cigars, will yer? where's your nickel? my! ain't you close! can't trust a feller, can yer. trust you! why what you owe this store would set you up in business. i can't think... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 good ev'nin', mis' priest. i jest stepped in to tell you good-bye. yes, it's all over. all my things is packed an' every last one o' them boxes is on bradley's team bein' hauled over to th' depot. no, i ain't goin' back agin. i'm stoppin' over to fre... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 you want to know what's the matter with me, do yer? my! ain't men blinder'n moles? it ain't nothin' new, be sure o' that. why, ef you'd had eyes you'd ha' seed me changin' under your very nose, each day a little diff'rent. but you never see nothin',... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 i the trumpet-vine arbour the throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, and the clangour of brass beats against the hot sunlight. they bray and blare at the burning sky. red! red! coarse notes of red, trumpeted at the blue sky. in long... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 i hoops blue and pink sashes, criss-cross shoes, minna and stella run out into the garden to play at hoop. up and down the garden-paths they race, in the yellow sunshine, each with a big round hoop white as a stripped willow-wand. round and round tur... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 a bullet through his heart at dawn. on the table a letter signed with a woman's name. a wind that goes howling round the house, and weeping as in shame. cold november dawn peeping through the windows, cold dawn creeping over the floor, creeping up hi... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 part first frau concert-meister altgelt shut the door. a storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind swirled through the trees, and scattered leaves before her on the clean, flagged path. the sky behind the distant town was black, and sharp defined against... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 i how fresh the dartle's little waves that day! a steely silver, underlined with blue, and flashing where the round clouds, blown away, let drop the yellow sunshine to gleam through and tip the edges of the waves with shifts and spots of whitest fire... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 i walk down the garden paths, and all the daffodils are blowing, and the bright blue squills. i walk down the patterned garden-paths in my stiff, brocaded gown. with my powdered hair and jewelled fan, i too am a rare pattern. as i wander down the gar... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 first movement thin-voiced, nasal pipes drawing sound out and out until it is a screeching thread, sharp and cutting, sharp and cutting, it hurts. whee-e-e! bump! bump! tong-ti-bump! there are drums here, banging, and wooden shoes beating the round,... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 fish so . . . they said, with their wine-glasses delicately poised, mocking at the thing they cannot understand. so . . . they said again, amused and insolent. the silver on the table glittered, and the red wine in the glasses seemed the blood i had... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 bath the day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. the sunshine pours in at the bath-room window and bores through the water in the bath-tub in lathes and planes of greenish-white. it cleaves the water int... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 a music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought in some fast clipper-ship from china, quaintly wrought with bossed and carven flowers and fruits in blackening gold, the slender shaft all twined about and thickly scrolled with vine leaves and you... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 the little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. the cobble-stones of the square glistened like mica. in the trees, a breeze danced and pranced, and shook drops of sunlight like falling golden coi... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 after a print by george cruikshank it was a gusty night, with the wind booming, and swooping, looping round corners, sliding over the cobble-stones, whipping and veering, and careering over the roofs like a thousand clattering horses. mr. spruggins... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 reign of louis philippe a great tall column spearing at the sky with a little man on top. goodness! tell me why? he looks a silly thing enough to stand up there so high. what a strange fellow, like a soldier in a play, tight-fitting coat with the tai... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 i frindsbury, kent, 1786 bang! bang! tap! tap-a-tap! rap! all through the lead and silver winter days, all through the copper of autumn hazes. tap to the red rising sun, tap to the purple setting sun. four years pass before the job is done. two thous... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 i how the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! how quietly the seine runs in loops and windings, over there, over there, sliding through the green countryside! like ships of the line, stately with canva... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, high-waisted, girdled with bright blue; a straw poke bonnet which hid the frown she pluckered her little brows into as she picked her dainty passage through the dusty street. ah, mademoiselle, a dirty pathway, we... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 by day you cannot see the sky for it is up so very high. you look and look, but it's so blue that you can never see right through. but when night comes it is quite plain, and all the stars are there again. they seem just like old friends to me, i've... 阅读全文>> |
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