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"Farewell to thee, then! Thou art a faithful clod. Here are five guineas for thee, of English stamp. I doubt if napoleons shall ever be coined in England." He was off while he might a gallant Frenchman, and an honest enemy; such as our country has respected always, and often endeavoured to turn into fast friends.
"I wondered" and he all the while unconscious, like a dolt, like a clod, with his dim windows already full of twilight, his mossy old trees hanging over him, his back turned, even, could it have penetrated through dead walls and heavy shade, to the glow in the west! While he thought of it his countenance too glowed with shame.
Let him stay where he is put, yet not as if he were put there, but as if he had taken his position deliberately. But, of all things, to have a man act as if he were a clod just emerged for the first time from his own barnyard!
I just picked up a clod and plugged it at her, and said, 'Turn round, Laughing Earth! She turned half round, and grinned. She was a game old bird! I joshed all the boys here Laughing Earth was my girl till they saw her photo!" There stands Laughing Earth, in brightly-coloured petticoat and blouse, her grey hair blowing about her.
"Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be." He is "no finite and finished clod." Progress, as Browning says, is his distinctive mark, and these deep evils are the gigantic steps by which he rises as he treads them under foot.
"Not any more," said Lee, swinging from the saddle. "You have finished! I can read it on your face!" she cried, joyfully. "Yes; we threw out the last clod at one o'clock this morning." "I needn't tell you that I'm proud and happy; you know that, Lee. Even happier than when I learned you were able to continue, at the time you supposed you were unable. Put up your horse and come in.
We floated along toward Tempe in a brighter world than I had known since the time when I felt my bosom swell at the wearing of the new cap my mother had made for me, the day when I, too young to be sad, had thrown the clod over the stone fence as we went down to the great river to meet John Rucker. We tied up for the night some seven miles west of Tempe, but I could not sleep.
You can't get the worst of it every time, you know. Be game." "I've had the worst of it every time so far," said Hopwood, with a dejected shake of his head. "Every time. I swear I don't know what's wrong with that horse. He looks all right and he acts all right, but every time he starts something happens. They bump him into the fence or pocket him or he gets a clod in his eye and quits.
I believe him, some paid minion of this proud man; for he has them in every guise, perhaps the very appointment made three years ago in the West Indies, was a trap, perhaps, even this clod is a spy and accomplice; he took a pistol from an inner pocket and cocking it, pressed it to the ear of his companion.
The praise is doubtless extravagant, and the criticism somewhat intemperate; but when we have read "The Evening Star," "Memory," "Night," "Love," "To the Muses," "Spring," "Summer," "The Tiger," "The Lamb," "The Clod and the Pebble," we may possibly share Swinburne's enthusiasm. Certainly, in these three volumes we have some of the most perfect and the most original songs in our language.
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