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.
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For her father being dead, her guardian wished her to wed the plebeian, her mother the noble.
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.
I told him I was at home.
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?
The queer symptoms began to show themselves in my husband in October.
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.
On the evening of the day when she was buried, a rich man went, not to Pilate, but to the cure of the place.
MOTHER," said he, still louder, but yet there was no response.
I have not said a word of that kind.
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.
Mistress Rebecca Deans, Douce Davie's second wife.
I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on."
He then had recourse to the genie, who gave him another set of plates, and thus they lived for many years.
The writer does not know if it had ever been designed that young Seaton should proceed from Ogilvie's classes to the more systematic courses of a college.