Enoch Arden ; And, The Two Locksley HallsD.C. Heath, 1897 - 152 pages |
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... voice is not one of those that cry there is no after - morn : ' And tho ' , in this lean age forlorn , Too many a voice may cry That man can have no after - morn , Not yet of these am I. The man remains , and whatsoe'er He wrought of ...
... voice is not one of those that cry there is no after - morn : ' And tho ' , in this lean age forlorn , Too many a voice may cry That man can have no after - morn , Not yet of these am I. The man remains , and whatsoe'er He wrought of ...
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... voice who best could tell What most it needed — howsoe'er it was , ere she was aware , After a lingering , Like the caged bird escaping suddenly , The little innocent soul flitted away . In that same week when Annie buried it , Philip's ...
... voice who best could tell What most it needed — howsoe'er it was , ere she was aware , After a lingering , Like the caged bird escaping suddenly , The little innocent soul flitted away . In that same week when Annie buried it , Philip's ...
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... yourself And make them orphans quite ? ' And Annie said ' I thought not of it : but I know not why — Their voices make me feel so solitary . ' 385 390 Then Philip coming somewhat closer spoke : ' Annie , 14 ENOCH ARDEN .
... yourself And make them orphans quite ? ' And Annie said ' I thought not of it : but I know not why — Their voices make me feel so solitary . ' 385 390 Then Philip coming somewhat closer spoke : ' Annie , 14 ENOCH ARDEN .
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... voice beneath him thro ' the wood . Up came the children laden with their spoil ; Then all descended to the port , and there At Annie's door he paused and gave his hand , Saying gently ' Annie , when I spoke to you , That was your hour ...
... voice beneath him thro ' the wood . Up came the children laden with their spoil ; Then all descended to the port , and there At Annie's door he paused and gave his hand , Saying gently ' Annie , when I spoke to you , That was your hour ...
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... voice Shaking a little like a drunkard's hand , ' Take your own time , Annie , take your own time . ' 455 460 And Annie could have wept for pity of him ; And yet she held him on delayingly With many a scarce - believable excuse , Trying ...
... voice Shaking a little like a drunkard's hand , ' Take your own time , Annie , take your own time . ' 455 460 And Annie could have wept for pity of him ; And yet she held him on delayingly With many a scarce - believable excuse , Trying ...
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Page 41 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. Thro...
Page 119 - Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
Page 80 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 30 - In the spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Page 95 - I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish uncle's ward. Or to burst all links of habit — there to wander far away, On from island unto island at the gateways of the day. Larger constellations burning, mellow moons and happy skies, Breadths of tropic shade and palms in cluster, knots of Paradise.
Page v - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Page 124 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Page 84 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 85 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Page 140 - They say, The solid earth whereon we tread In tracts of fluent heat began, And grew to seeming-random forms, The seeming prey of cyclic storms, Till at the last arose the man...