How true is the peace of mind that cleaving to Christ brings to a man!

For well I wish my goodly blade Once more may burnished glow; And if I can to cleave in twain The body of my foe.

doth thy soul cleave unto it so soon, my good, sweet boy?

When you arrive at the school for your second class lesson, Esmeralda, you find the dressing-room pervaded by a silence as clearly indicative of a recent tempest as the path cloven through a forest by a tornado.

How many a time have I Cloven with arm still lustier, heart more daring, The wave all roughen'd: with a swimmer's stroke Flinging the billows back from my drench'd hair, And laughing from my lip th' audacious brine Which kiss'd it like a wine-cup.

The highest and central piece was a deep trumpet-flower, whose mouth was cleft into eight petals.

At last Isfendiyár seized Kahram's girth, And flung him to the ground, and bound his hands; And as a leaf is severed from its stalk, So he the head cleft from its quivering trunk; Thus one blow wins, and takes away a throne, In battle heads are trodden under hoofs, Crowns under heads.

"Knifefightheem killed!" Plunged to the hilt in what had once been the breast of a living being, the boys saw a long, heavy-bladed knife, its handle rotting with age, its edges eaten by rustbut still erect, held there by the murderous road its owner had cleft for it through the flesh and bone of his victim.

A million families have fitted out their volunteers with the most sumptuous of all equipments, which no Government could furnish, love, tears of anxiety and pride, last kisses and farewells, and prayers more heaven-cleaving than a time of peace can breathe.

Having once cleaved like a burr to some great man's coat, he resolves not to be shaken off with any small indignities, and, finding his hold thoroughly fast, casts how to insinuate yet nearer.

like swallows' nests that cleave on high; 1815.]

' He said, and at the first stride he was there, and from the corpse caught up the child, and the blaze of the burning fiery pile was cloven before him asunder in the midst.

Never in me be this mind, O our father Zeus, but to the paths of simplicity let me cleave throughout my life, that being dead I may set upon my children a name that shall be of no ill report.

Point a pitying finger to the yawning abyss of shame, ruin, and despair that even now perhaps is being cleft under his feet.