I could not tell her just how practical I thought her, or how pathetic her little book.
it has come to be my only food: And, as a lover of the Indian weed Steals to a self-indulgent solitude, To draw the dreamy sweetness from its root, So from the strong blithe world of valorous deed I steal away to suck this singing weed; And while the morning gathers up its strength, And while the noonday runneth on in might, Until the shadows and the evening light Come and awake me with a fear at length, Prone in some hankering covert hid away, Fain am I still my piping to prolong, And for the largess of a bounteous day Dare pay my maker with a paltry song.
You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net Title: Four Weeks in the Trenches The War Story of a Violinist Author: Fritz Kreisler Release Date: February 6, 2004 EBook #10967 Language: English Character set encoding: ASCII *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FOUR WEEKS IN THE TRENCHES *** FOUR WEEKS IN THE TRENCHES by Fritz Kreisler To My Dear Wife Harriet The Best Friend And Stanchest Comrade In All Circumstances Of Life I Dedicate This Little Book In Humble Token Of Everlasting Gratitude And Devotion Preface This brief record of the fighting on the Eastern front in the great war is the outcome of a fortunate meeting.
The first of these incidents brought me in acquaintance with a certain San Francisco character, who had something of a name beyond the limits of the city, and was known to many lovers of good English.
This is how he closes one of his finest sonnets to Vittoria Colonna: Nor hath God deigned to show Himself elsewhere More clearly than in human forms sublime; Which, since they image Him, compel my love.
I wish you all happiness, and I thank you for the many kind things you have said, for the good advice you have given me.
On the 10th, a great battle will be fought, which will begin at four of the clock in the afternoon, and last until nine at night, with great obstinacy, but no very decisive event.
Yet the wish to enter that house rose again like a yearning; and what more in the world than some souvenir of the only being on earth he ever loved was there for him to yearn for?
Religion is the force that relates action to life.
Simpson, puzzled, amazed, and a little scared at last, had barely time to notice the position before it dissolved.
He rescued Fidelia, at the age of twelve, from the hands of Villard, a villain who wanted to abuse her, and taking her to his own home, fell in love with her, and in due time married her.
Gloom deepened and had no light to relieve it, men supped full of horrors--there was no slackening of the tension, no concession to overwrought nerves, no resting-place for the overwrought soul.
19:4 But before they lay down, the men of the city, even the men of Sodom, compassed the house round, both old and young, all the people from every quarter: 19:5 And they called unto Lot, and said unto him, Where are the men which came in to thee this night?
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Bede's History, in Temple Classics; the same with the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle (one volume) in Bohn's Antiquarian Library.
I will extol Thee.
The time of our visit was in the dry season, which lasts from October till April, and alternates with the wet one, from May till September.
It cannot be true.
Those who shall live when we are dead may tell their children, perhaps, how, out of anguish and darkness such as the world seldom has borne, the enduring morning evolved of the true world and the true man.