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... taken his place , but was carrying the flowers tenderly in his arms to place them in a rough brown jar he had filled with water . ' Come , Lennard , ' he called out , ' you have fed the flowers , now come and feed yourself . You look as ...
... taken his place , but was carrying the flowers tenderly in his arms to place them in a rough brown jar he had filled with water . ' Come , Lennard , ' he called out , ' you have fed the flowers , now come and feed yourself . You look as ...
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... they returned into the solitude of that shabby dwell- ing startled into seriousness . The momentous step they had taken was full of an awesome , mad ex- citement to them both . Perhaps no two human beings 20 A Maddening Blow .
... they returned into the solitude of that shabby dwell- ing startled into seriousness . The momentous step they had taken was full of an awesome , mad ex- citement to them both . Perhaps no two human beings 20 A Maddening Blow .
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... taken . ' ' And what is she likely to think or say ? ' The thought of what she would think or say made Bernard Keane stagger and sway for an instant like a drunken man . Then he stepped back a few paces , and , catching hold of his wife ...
... taken . ' ' And what is she likely to think or say ? ' The thought of what she would think or say made Bernard Keane stagger and sway for an instant like a drunken man . Then he stepped back a few paces , and , catching hold of his wife ...
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... taken , he shrank with an indefinable dread from revealing to his own mother ! And in truth , from the very depths of his soul , Bernard shrank from the duty that lay plainly before him . But Mrs. Keane must know of the rash act he had ...
... taken , he shrank with an indefinable dread from revealing to his own mother ! And in truth , from the very depths of his soul , Bernard shrank from the duty that lay plainly before him . But Mrs. Keane must know of the rash act he had ...
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... taken . Scorching angry tears glistened on her long black lashes as she listened , and her spirit re- belled hotly against his words , though she obeyed his will . One thing is certain , ' she muttered to herself ; no power on earth can ...
... taken . Scorching angry tears glistened on her long black lashes as she listened , and her spirit re- belled hotly against his words , though she obeyed his will . One thing is certain , ' she muttered to herself ; no power on earth can ...
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Side 141 - Arms, take your last embrace ! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death ! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide ! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark. Here's to my love ! \Drinks.} O true apothecary ! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Side 262 - Thus, like some wild-flaming, wild-thundering train of Heaven's Artillery, does this mysterious MANKIND thunder and flame, in long-drawn, quicksucceeding grandeur, through the unknown Deep. Thus, like a God-created, fire-breathing Spirit-host, we emerge from the Inane ; haste stormfully across the astonished Earth ; then plunge again into the Inane.
Side 260 - To-night I saw the sun set: he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind; And the...
Side 259 - YE who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow ; attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia.
Side 260 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Side 261 - The genius making me no answer, I turned about to address myself to him a second time, but I found that he had left me; I then turned again to the vision which I had been so long contemplating, but instead of the rolling tide, the arched bridge, and the happy islands, I saw nothing but the long hollow valley of Bagdat, with oxen, sheep, and camels grazing upon the sides of it.
Side 259 - The young men saw me, and hid themselves : and the aged arose, and stood up. The princes refrained talking, and laid their hand on their mouth. The nobles held their peace, and their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth.
Side 145 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Side 258 - THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Side 262 - But whence ?—O Heaven, whither ? Sense knows not; Faith knows not; only that it is through Mystery to Mystery, from God and to God. ' " We are such stuff As Dreams are made of, and our little Life Is rounded with a sleep!