Aunt Serena

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Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1881 - 358 páginas
 

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Página 207 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad hearts ! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh ! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power!
Página 20 - Blessing she is: God made her so, And deeds of week-day holiness Fall from her noiseless as the snow, Nor hath she ever chanced to know That aught were easier than to bless.
Página 96 - Not by appointment do we meet delight And joy; they heed not our expectancy; But round some corner in the streets of life They on a sudden clasp us with a smile.
Página 53 - Our ropes are dead maids' hair, Our stores are love-shafts fair And manifold. We are in love's land to-day— Where shall we land you, sweet ? On fields of strange men's feet, Or fields near home ? Or where the fire-flowers blow, Or where the flowers of snow Or flowers of foam ? We are in love's hand to-day— Land me, she says, where love Shows but one shaft, one dove, One heart, one hand.
Página 37 - Let's mar our pleasant days no more, Song-birds of passage, days of youth: Catch at today, forget the days before: I'll wink at your untruth. Let us strike hands as hearty friends; No more, no less; and friendship's good: Only don't keep in view ulterior ends, And points not understood In open treaty. Rise above Quibbles and shuffling off and on: 30 Here's friendship for you if you like; but love, — No, thank you, John.
Página 99 - All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells!
Página 139 - And for her eyes: what could such eyes do there But weep, and weep, that they were born so fair? As Proserpine still weeps for her Sicilian air. Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake Came, as through bubbling honey, for Love's sake, And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay, Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
Página 161 - ... then your mother took That poor gift which Margaret laid aside : Flower, or toy, or trinket, matters not : What it was had better be forgot . . . It was just then she became my bride. " Now, I think May knows the hope I have. Arthur, darling, can you guess the rest ? Even my little Olga understands Great gifts can be given by little hands, Since of all gifts Love is still the best.
Página 344 - It is a matter worth inquiry,' and they sent me to Galilee that I might see with my own eyes and hear with my own ears. And I came to inquire, and I will say now with Saul : 'I came to seek asses and I found a kingdom.
Página 281 - ... (Throwing herself before Alva.) You can't give me up to the law ! It is my head that is struck off. I shot him because he was about to shoot me. I have loved nobody in the world but him ! Alva, demand what you will, only don't let me fall into the hands of justice. Take pity on me. I am still young. I will be true to you as long as I live.

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