In the centre of West Lynne stood two houses adjoining each other, one large, the other much smaller. The large one was the Carlyle residence, and the small one was devoted to the Carlyle offices. The name of Carlyle bore a lofty standing in the county; Carlyle and Davidson were known as first-class practitioners; no pettifogging lawyers were they. It was Carlyle & Davidson in the days gone by; now it was Archibald Carlyle. The old firm were brothers-in-law--the first Mrs. Carlyle having been Mr. Davidson's sister. She had died and left one child.英文原著 · 《East Lynne》
The song is found in collections of the time of Charles II.]
THE carrion crow he sat upon an oak, And he spied an old tailor a cutting out a cloak. Heigho! the carrion crow. The carrion crow he began for to rave, And he called the tailor a lousy knave! Heigho! the carrion crow. 'Wife, go fetch me my arrow and my bow, I'll have a shot at that carrion crow.' Heigho! the carrion crow.英文原著 · 《Ancient Poems》
"He had a worse fear upon him than that of creditors," returned Mrs. Carlyle. "Singular to say, during this visit of Captain Thorn to the Herberts, we received an intimation from my brother that he was once more about to venture for a few hours to West Lynne. I brought the news to Mr. Carlyle. I had to see him and consult with him more frequently than ever; mamma was painfully restless and anxious, and Mr. Carlyle as eager as we were for the establishment of Richard's innocence; for Miss Carlyle and papa are related, consequently the disgrace may be said to reflect on the Carlyle name."英文原著 · 《East Lynne》
Question 8 is a less important one, whether children's cards are of a different color from others. There is no difference between the cards of adults and children in 124 libraries, except in case of school cards in 2. In 4 the color of cards for home use varies, and 4 report other distinctions, like punches or different charging slips. Eight do not charge on cards and 12 do not answer.英文原著 · 《Library Work with Children》
till thy summons, heard at last, Shall fall like Marion's bugle-blast Re-echoed from the haunted Past, Carolina! IV
I hear a murmur as of waves That grope their way through sunless caves, Like bodies struggling in their graves, Carolina! And now it deepens; slow and grand It swells, as, rolling to the land, An ocean broke upon thy strand, Carolina! Shout! let it reach the startled Huns! And roar with all thy festal guns! It is the answer of thy sons, Carolina! V
They will not wait to hear thee call; From Sachem's Head to Sumter's wall Resounds the voice of hut and hall, Carolina!英文原著 · 《Poems of Henry Timrod》
Act instantly! But how? Then his brain--that keen, clear, master brain--sprang from stunned inaction into virility again. Of course--Carruthers! It was in Carruthers' line. He stepped to the desk--and paused with his hand extended to pick up the telephone. How explain to Carruthers that he, Jimmie Dale, already knew what Carruthers might not yet have heard of, even though Carruthers would naturally be among the first to be in touch with such affairs! No; that would never do.英文原著 · 《The Adventures of Jimmie Dale》
Carl, Carl, he's my man If he can't fuck me, no one can Carl, Carl, Carl美剧 · 《Shameless》