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Landon, Melville D. (Melville De Lancey), 1839-1910 [1872], Saratoga in 1901: fun, love, society & satire. Illustrated with 200 photo-etchings by Arthur Lumley. (Sheldon & Company, New York) [word count] [eaf628T]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
Congress Hall, Aug. 16th. The joke of purchasing the Club House only came out to-day. “What is the matter?” I asked Mr. Decker as he sat reading “Great Heavens! my dear Sir,” said he, “I would give as much “And we are in the same boat too,” exclaimed Mr. Stewart, “Great Heavens, Beekman! what do you mean by signing “Why, gentlemen, I mean simply that I am in earnest—that “And me too?” “Of course, you all said you would give as much as I would,”
“Look, here Beekman,” said Mr. Decker confidentially an To-day Mr. Decker gave one of the most delightful dinners
One of the most gifted of poets handed From dawn till nightfall, at my window sitting, I wait while drift the heavy hours away; And like the swallows, all my thoughts go fitting, To darling Kate, with whom they fain would stay. Up from the spring there comes the thoughtless laughter Of those who linger by the fountain's side; I hear them not—my gaze still follows after My dear lost friend—God grant no ill betide. Out from the dance I come where loves are mating, And music sweetly swells the eventide, Listless I wander, while my love is waiting— Where'er she be there would my heart abide. All the day long I listen to her coming, All the day long I dream of one dear face: I hear her whispers in the trees' low humming, I feel her kisses in the wind's embrace.
Lonely I dream while the warm sunshine lingers, While happy voices fill the mellow air; Alone sit dreaming, while my trembling fingers Pass o'er my eyes half closed by doubt and care. Ah! heavy heart, so passionate its yearning, It cannot be that all my peace is o'er; That all the love that in my heart is burning On her is lost—that she can love no more! But once to feel, unchecked, her fond caressing, One wild, sweet hour, close to her heart to press! There my thought stops—what else of bliss or blessing The great world holds—I do not care to guess. Still at my window, dreaming while their laughter Sounds o'er the spring and up the hill above, I lean, and wish that I might follow after Till I could clasp my arms around my love!
It is too amusing to watch the different
Landon, Melville D. (Melville De Lancey), 1839-1910 [1872], Saratoga in 1901: fun, love, society & satire. Illustrated with 200 photo-etchings by Arthur Lumley. (Sheldon & Company, New York) [word count] [eaf628T]. |