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What to the Slave Is the Fourth of July? - Frederick Douglass

... aroused by the dead heavy footsteps, and the piteous cries of the chained gangs that passed our door. The anguish of my boyish heart was intense; and I was often consoled, when speaking to my mistress in the morning, to hear ...

Venice(Chap. 3) - Marcel Proust

... transposed into a wholly different and far richer key. When at ten o?clock in the morning my shutters were thrown open, I saw ablaze in the sunlight, instead of the black marble into which the slates of Saint-Hilaire used to turn ...

Apollonius Rhodius's “Argonautica” - Lydia Langerwerf

... dread charm; but Idas alone of his comrades sat apart biting down his wrath; and the rest joyous in heart, at the hour when the darkness of night stayed them, peacefully took thought for themselves. But at daybreak they sent ...

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Mademoiselle De Forcheville(Chap. 2) - Marcel Proust

... bread of life that a newspaper is, still hot and damp from the press in the murky air of the morning in which it is distributed, at break of day, to the housemaids who bring it to their masters with their ...

An Appeal to the Young - Peter Kropotkin

... equals of yourself and your comrades, either in intelligence, common sense, or energy. But, later, when you were forced to shut yourself up in a filthy factory from five or six o'clock in the morning, to remain twelve hours on end ...

June 2001: —And The Moon Be Still As Bright - Ray Bradbury

... gone. He would be back when he got good and ready. He was a sorehead, they said. To the devil with him! The captain said nothing but wrote it down in his log. . . . It was a morning that might have been a Monday ...

Heart of Darkness (Section III) - Joseph Conrad

... human shapes could be made out in the distance, flitting indistinctly against the gloomy border of the forest, and near the river two bronze figures, leaning on tall spears, stood in the sunlight under fantastic head-dresses of spotted skins ...

The Diamond as Big as the Ritz - F. Scott Fitzgerald

... . VI JOHN STOOD facing Mr. Braddock Washington in the full sunlight. The elder man was about forty with a proud, vacuous face, intelligent eyes, and a robust figure. In the mornings he smelt of horses--the best horses. He carried a plain walking ...

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Virgil's “The Aeneid (Book 3)” - Lydia Langerwerf

... with sunlight, but mists darkened the sky and the dead of night held fast the moon in cloud. [588] ?And now the next day was rising with the earliest morning star, and Dawn had scattered from the sky the dewy ...

The World Is Not Eternal - Lucretius

... mighty members the world, Aroused in an all unholy war, Seest not that there may be for them an end Of the long strife??Or when the skiey sun And all the heat have won dominion o'er The sucked-up ...

Nobel Lecture in Literature (1992): The Antilles: Fragments of Epic Memory (Walcott) - Derek Walcott

... the verge with the usual anonymous khaki dog; in the extra clothes he put on this morning, when it was cold when he rose in the thinning dark to go and make his garden in the heights - the heights, the ...

House of the Seven Gables (Chap. 19) - Nathaniel Hawthorne

... has not taken him away yet. And one of the Judge's hired men has been in, this morning, to make inquiry about him. He's a kind of person, they say, that seldom breaks his habits, or stays out o' nights." "Oh, he ...

Heart of Darkness, Book III - Masterworks of Brit Lit

... human shapes could be made out in the distance, flitting indistinctly against the gloomy border of the forest, and near the river two bronze figures, leaning on tall spears, stood in the sunlight under fantastic headdresses of spotted skins, warlike ...

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Society and Solitude (Chap. 7) - Ralph Waldo Emerson

... only needs a fireman, and a boy to know the coppers, to pull up the handles or mind the water-tank. But when the engine breaks, they can do nothing. What sickening details in the daily journals ! I believe they have ceased to ...

Once More to the Lake - E. B. White

... a quiet sound too. But now the campers all had outboards. In the daytime, in the hot mornings, these motors made a petulant, irritable sound; at night, in the still evening when the afterglow lit the water, they whined about one's ears ...

Life with Albertine(Chap. 1.2) - Marcel Proust

... days, when the roofs soaked by an occasional shower and dried by a breath of wind or a ray of sunshine let fall a cooing eavesdrop, and, as they wait for the wind to resume its turn, preen in the momentary sunlight that ...

The Great Gatsby (Chapter VIII) - F. Scott Fitzgerald

... three-fifty train. Then I leaned back in my chair and tried to think. It was just noon. When I passed the ashheaps on the train that morning I had crossed deliberately to the other side of the car. I suppose there?d be a curious ...

Society and Solitude (Chap. 5) - Ralph Waldo Emerson

... the noble practice of the Greeks find place in our society, and let the creations of the plastic arts be collected with care in galleries by the piety and taste of the people, and yielded as freely as the sunlight ...

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Light in August (Chapter 19) - William Faulkner

... son of a bitch out,? and another through pursed lips made the immemorial sound. And so the next morning, Monday, when the first country cars and wagons began to gather, the platoon was again intact. And they now wore uniforms. It ...

F. Scott Fitzgerald's “The Great Gatsby (Chapter VIII)” - CDube

... three-fifty train. Then I leaned back in my chair and tried to think. It was just noon. When I passed the ashheaps on the train that morning I had crossed deliberately to the other side of the car. I suppose there?d be a curious ...

F. Scott Fitzgerald's “The Great Gatsby (Chapter VIII)” (2) - CDube

... three-fifty train. Then I leaned back in my chair and tried to think. It was just noon. When I passed the ashheaps on the train that morning I had crossed deliberately to the other side of the car. I suppose there?d be a curious ...

Idylls of the King - Merlin and Vivien - Alfred Lord Tennyson

... then I rose and fled from Arthur's court To break the mood. You followed me unasked; And when I looked, and saw you following me still, My mind involved yourself the nearest thing In that mind-mist: for shall I tell you truth ...

Casa Guidi Windows 1 - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

... his patient statues wait In that small chapel of the dim Saint Lawrence:         Day?s eyes are breaking bold and passionate Over his shoulder, and will flash abhorrence         On darkness and with level looks meet fate, When once loose from that ...

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Society and Solitude (Chap. 3) - Ralph Waldo Emerson

... his planting and his watering waited for the sunlight of Nature, or were vain.' Let us proceed to the consideration of the law stated in the beginning of this essay, as it affects the purely spiritual part of a work of ...

The Schooner Flight - Derek Walcott

... sea-bottom bed; and that was the faith that had fade from a child in the Methodist chapel in Chisel Street, Castries, when the whale-bell sang service and, in hard pews ribbed like the whale, proud with despair, we sang ...

The Mysterious Stranger and Other Stories (Chap. 7) - Mark Twain

... and river, with cities and villages slumbering in the sunlight, and a glimpse of blue sea on the farther verge. It was a tranquil and dreamy picture, beautiful to the eye and restful to the spirit. If we could only make a change ...

Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? - Joyce Carol Oates

... door slowly open as if she were back safe somewhere in the other doorway, watching this body and this head of long hair moving out into the sunlight where Arnold Friend waited. "My sweet little blue-eyed girl," he said ...

Derek Walcott's “The Schooner Flight” - Dr. Roy Kamada

... sea-bottom bed; and that was the faith that had fade from a child in the Methodist chapel in Chisel Street, Castries, when the whale-bell sang service and, in hard pews ribbed like the whale, proud with despair, we sang ...

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Tess of the d'Urbervilles, a Pure Woman (Chap. 4) - Thomas Hardy

... hauled, and with his hoofs in the air, and his shoes shining in the setting sunlight, he retraced the eight or nine miles to Marlott. Tess had gone back earlier. How to break the news was more than she could ...

Idylls of the King - Geraint and Enid - Alfred Lord Tennyson

... keep her true'? And there he broke the sentence in his heart Abruptly, as a man upon his tongue May break it, when his passion masters him. And she was ever praying the sweet heavens To save her dear lord whole ...

Ms. T U.S. Lit. P4 // The Great Gatsby Chapter 6 - F. Scott Fitzgerald

... sends me a Christmas card every year.? Over the great bridge, with the sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with ...

The Great Gatsby (Chapter IV) - F. Scott Fitzgerald

... sends me a Christmas card every year.? Over the great bridge, with the sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with ...

Victory (Chap. 4.1) - Joseph Conrad

... rug of a tartan pattern, amazingly conspicuous. Ricardo could see the very checks. A brisk fire of sticks was burning on the ground in front of the steps, and in the sunlight the thin, fluttering flame had paled almost to invisibility?a mere ...

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Sentencing - ​The Wire

... and I see that one of my people is at the academy for in-service. CARVER: Lieutenant, I swear, it wasn't my idea. I mean, I'm minding my business, doin' my fuckin' job, when the man calls me upstairs for coffee and a danish, right ...

Combray [Chapter 2] - Marcel Proust

... discern no more than its base, which had been freshly covered with slates; but when on Sundays I saw these, in the hot light of a summer morning, blaze like a black sun I would say to myself: "Good heavens! nine o'clock! I must get ...

F. Scott Fitzgerald's “The Great Gatsby (Chapter IV)” - Sarah Redmond

... sends me a Christmas card every year.? Over the great bridge, with the sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with ...

War in Heaven (Chap. 11: The Ointment) - Charles Williams (Writer)

... the stranger himself in the full sunlight of the outer; and he knew for almost the first time what Manasseh felt in his rage for utter destruction. His fingers twitched to tear the clothes off his enemy and to break ...

F. Scott Fitzgerald's “The Great Gatsby (Chapter IV)” - CDube

... sends me a Christmas card every year.? Over the great bridge, with the sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with ...

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F. Scott Fitzgerald's “The Great Gatsby (Chapter IV)” (2) - CDube

... sends me a Christmas card every year.? Over the great bridge, with the sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with ...

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings - Chapter 23 - Maya Angelou

... on.?      I hoped the memory of that morning would never leave me. Sunlight was itself still young, and the day had none of the insistence maturity would bring it in a few hours. In my robe and barefoot in the backyard, under ...

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