THE MYSTIC FRIENDS THE COUNTRY GODS III TO ONE ON A JOURNEY HER PORTRAIT IMMORTAL SPRING'S PROMISES "APRIL IS IN THE WORLD AGAIN" "SINGING GO

Yet seemed it, as to sleep I turned, Pausing a little while to pray, That not mis-spent had been the day; That I had somehow wisdom learned From those wild waters in the bay, And from the fire as it burned; And that the rain, in some strange way, Had words of high import to say; And that the wind, with fitful cry, Did some immortal message try, Striving to make some meaning clear Important for my soul to hear.

HER PORTRAIT IMMORTAL

To speak your name aloud Were to unhallow Such a holy thing; Therefore I bring To your white feet And your immortal eyes Silence forever,

No soul descended deep in hell, The child of sorrow, sin and death, The immortal spirit suffereth To see corruption; though it fell From loftiest station in the skies, It still to heaven again must rise.

Thereat I smiled, thinking on lovely things That dateless and immortal beauty wear, Whereof the song immortal tireless sings, And Time but touches to make lovelier; On Beauty sempiternal as the Spring's

Thereat I smiled, thinking on lovely things That dateless and immortal beauty wear, Whereof the song immortal tireless sings, And Time but touches to make lovelier; On Beauty sempiternal as the Spring's

Stars may be quenched, the mountains crumble, the earth finally wear away its diamond axis; but we two, we alone are immortal, for the impalpable lives forever!

Immortal more than God!

I thought for a moment that she might be the beloved of Aengus, but how could that hunted, alluring, happy, immortal wretch have a face like this?

We have not room under this head to do morenor, if we had all room, could we do betterthan to quote a short paragraph from George Eliot's immortal Mrs. Poyser: "It seems as if them as aren't wanted here are th' only folks as aren't wanted i' th' other world.

I once found this immortal sentence: "A woman went through the streets of Alexandria, bearing a jar of water and a lighted torch, and crying aloud, 'With this torch I will burn up Heaven, and with this water I will put out Hell, that God may be loved for himself alone.'" The Correlation of Moral Forces.

Becket is not immortal for his reforms, or his theological attainments, but for his intrepidity, his courage, his devotion to his cause,a hero, and not a man of progress; a man who fought a fight.

Probably no keener or kinder critic ever described his fellows; and in this immortal "Prologue" Chaucer is a model for all those who would put our human life into writing.

Around him shall shine a mighty brightness, and he shall make life everlasting, incorruptible, and immortal, and the dead shall rise again.'

He had not seen the revelation of "life everlasting, incorruptible and immortal."

Ancient Greece, with her indented coast, inviting to maritime adventures, from her earliest period was the mother of heroes in war, of poets in song, of sculptors and artists, and stands up after the lapse of centuries the educator of mankind, living in the grandeur of her works and in the immortal productions of minds which modern civilization with all its cultivation and refinement and science never surpassed and scarcely equalled.

We were the heirs of all the glory of that immortal struggle.

Whatever be the glory, the material civilization, of which such a nation may boast, it still holds true that the truth is immortal, and that ideas rule the world.

I asked my own heart the question, 'Would you not accept the fame and the glory and the career of Robert E. Lee just as soon as accept the glory and career of the immortal man who was his predecessor?'

Europe and the civilized world have united to honor him supremely, and History itself has caught the echo and made it immortal.

They will be forgotten when the name of Lee will be resplendent with immortal glory.

He was an example of a man, who, though branded because of defeat, still, by his exalted character, gave a dignity and nobility to a cause which, doubtless, is forever dead, yet still is rendered immortal by the achievements of Robert E. Lee's sword and character.

In some of its features this legend resembles strongly the immortal story of Rip Van Winkle; it may prove interesting as a study in folk-lore.

Well, be it so then, they have wealth and honour, fortune and preferment, every man (there's no remedy) must scramble as he may, and shift as he can; yet Cardan comforted himself with this, "the star Fomahant would make him immortal," and that after his decease his books should be found in ladies' studies: Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori.