Since time immemorial, one the dry earth, scraped to the bone, of this immeasurable country, a few men travelled ceaselessly, they... owned nothing, but they served no one, free and wretched lords in a strange kingdom. Janine did not know why this idea filled her with a sadness so soft and so vast that she closed her eyes. She only knew that this kingdom, which had always been promised to her would never be her, never again, except at this moment.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Her face seems ravaged by both lightning and hail. But on yours there is something like the promise of a storm: one day passion wi...ll burn it to the bone.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We are bare. We are stripped to the bone and we swim in tandem and go up and up... the river, the identical river called Mine and we enter together. No one's alone.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And let Reform her columns roll. With thunder peal, and lightening flash.... We'll preach deliverance to the soul. 'Mid proud Oppression's waning crash.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The man who would change the name of Arkansas is the original, iron-jawed, brass-mouthed, copper-bellied corpse-maker from the wil...ds of the Ozarks! He is the man they call Sudden Death and General Desolation! Sired by a hurricane, dam'd by an earthquake, half-brother to the cholera, nearly related to the smallpox on his mother's side!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Who will join in the march to the Rocky Mountains with me, a sort of high-pressure-double-cylinder-go-it-ahead-forty-wildcats- tea...rin' sort of a feller?... Git out of this warming-pan, ye holly-hocks, and go out to the West where you may be seen.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »