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.
Perhaps not one of us escapes that dream; perhaps, as by some sorrowful doom of man, that dream repeats for every one of us, through every generation, the original temptation in Eden.
Before my tear-blind eyes a tapestry I seemed to see, Woven of all the dreams dead or to be.
By so doing, however, we shall provide, in the eyes of the German nation, a complete justification of William II.
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've been lying in the brush two hours waiting for you to get separated from this.
Religion is the force that relates action to life.
So long as we remained in France his humour was like this, delicate and expansive, but an accidental allusion led us across the Channel when he changed.
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.
He said that my line was to stand off a bit and be serious and melancholy in the background.
We drilled morning, noon, and evening, almost hourly, in the pretty square east of the building.
Now ceasse, ye damsels, your delights fore-past; Enough it is that all the day was youres: Now day is doen, and night is nighing fast; Now bring the bryde into the brydall bowres.
Nor do I believe that you either waking or sleeping, can ever act with quiet sense.
Poor M. Brayer and M. Gourlade had been during almost the whole campaign in the most pitiable condition, especially the former, who I thought a thousand times must have died.
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.
I open it gently and shut it after me without being heard by my companions, without waking any one.