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... light of his candle that his face , too , was familiar , - that he was his helper on the night of the fire . " Let me see you a moment , " he said , in an undertone . The reporter was suspicious , but a second glance at the man's face ...
... light of his candle that his face , too , was familiar , - that he was his helper on the night of the fire . " Let me see you a moment , " he said , in an undertone . The reporter was suspicious , but a second glance at the man's face ...
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... light . " It's odd , anyway , how people come into your life when you think they only touch you for a moment . " And he did not know that the stranger had passed the house at night every month , nor how he had lingered there all the ...
... light . " It's odd , anyway , how people come into your life when you think they only touch you for a moment . " And he did not know that the stranger had passed the house at night every month , nor how he had lingered there all the ...
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... light and warmth to the poorest , as well as to the richest , quarter of the great metropolis . Down one of the wide avenues a carriage is rolling . It stops for a moment , and then goes on . Slowly and sadly , yet with firm and elastic ...
... light and warmth to the poorest , as well as to the richest , quarter of the great metropolis . Down one of the wide avenues a carriage is rolling . It stops for a moment , and then goes on . Slowly and sadly , yet with firm and elastic ...
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... light boat , two figures are drifting . Above , in the clear , deep blue of the heavens , a few fleecy clouds are lazily floating . The big round moon sheds its pale yellow , love - sick light down upon the still waters , making ...
... light boat , two figures are drifting . Above , in the clear , deep blue of the heavens , a few fleecy clouds are lazily floating . The big round moon sheds its pale yellow , love - sick light down upon the still waters , making ...
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... lights of life , That shine triumphant through the darkest night , Though tempests shake and breakers fierce are rife . Ah , he who guides his helm with such firm hand Is truly great - need fear no hostile strand . M. IMPROVEMENT IN ...
... lights of life , That shine triumphant through the darkest night , Though tempests shake and breakers fierce are rife . Ah , he who guides his helm with such firm hand Is truly great - need fear no hostile strand . M. IMPROVEMENT IN ...
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Page 120 - Thyself without a witness, in these shades, Of thy perfections. Grandeur, strength and grace Are here to speak of thee. This mighty oak — By whose immovable stem I stand and seem Almost annihilated — not a prince. In all that proud old world beyond the deep, E'er wore his crown as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves with which Thy hand has graced him.
Page 122 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Page 121 - E'er wore his crown as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves with which Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower With scented breath, and look so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this wide universe.
Page 120 - Giant of air! we bid thee hail! — How his gray skirts toss in the whirling gale; How his huge and writhing arms are bent, To clasp the zone of the firmament, And fold, at length, in their dark embrace, From mountain to mountain the visible space.
Page 121 - The trampled earth returns a sound of fear — A hollow sound, as if I walked on tombs ; And lights, that tell of cheerful homes, appear Far off, and die like hope amid the glooms. A mournful wind across the landscape flies, And the wide atmosphere is full of sighs. And I, with faltering footsteps, journey on, Watching the stars that roll the hours away, Till the faint light that guides me now is gone, And, like another life, the glorious day Shall open o'er me from the empyreal height, With warmth,...
Page 139 - My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree. Black his cryne as the winter night, White his rode as the summer snow, Red his face as the morning light, Cold he lies in the grave below: My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree.
Page 120 - Oft, in the sunless April day, Thy early smile has stayed my walk ; But midst the gorgeous blooms of May, I passed thee on thy humble stalk. So they, who climb to wealth, forget The friends in darker fortunes tried. I copied them — but I regret That I should ape the ways of pride.
Page 139 - My love is dead, Cone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree. See! the white moon shines on high; Whiter is my true-love's shroud: Whiter than the morning sky, Whiter than the evening cloud: My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree.
Page 7 - All things are lawful for me, but all things are not expedient: all things are lawful for me, but all things edify not.
Page 86 - Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends