The North gave 31 ayes and 36 noes, quite evenly distributed among the states.

"[30] Concurrence was carried, nevertheless, by a vote of 63 to 49, in which the North cast 51 ayes to 12 noes, and the South 12 ayes to 37 noes.

Not hers the hovering sense of marriage bells Tuning the air with fragrance of sweet sound; But the low dirge that ever rose and died, Recurring without pause or any close, Like one verse chaunted aye in sleepless brain.

In accents faltering aye for ruth, Entreats them pity graunt; For als he been a mister wight Betray'd by wandering in the night To tread the circled haunt.

But it's easy to forgie themit's aye hard to bear a grudge in this world, and to be thinkin' always of punishin' those who use us despite-fully.

The wife and I could shut ourselves up together in our wee hoose and live, so long as micht be needfu', frae our farm aye, and we could support many a family, beside ourselves.

A gulf of death, with hideous stare, Yawns in the earthen floor; As if the ground had sunk away Into a void below: Its shapeless sides of dark-hued clay Hang ready aye to go.

" The man mumbled an "Aye, aye, sir."

Now farewell, Leda's children: prosper aye The songs I sing.

I rank thee aye with gods: And read this lesson to the afterdays, Mayhap

On a division, in which though many said aye to adjourning, nobody would go out for fear of losing their seats, it was carried by 379 to 31, for proceedingand thenhalf the House went away.

When the ballot was taken on the anti-slavery clause the six states from Pennsylvania eastward voted aye: Maryland, Virginia and South Carolina voted no; and the other states were absent.

"O Beltane, son of mine, long, long have I waited aye, bitter, weary years, and oft-times in my sorrow I have dreamed of this hourthe arms about thee are thy mother's arms!" Now fell Beltane upon his knees and caught those white and gentle hands and kissed them; quoth he: "MotherO dear my mother, ne'er did I know how deep had been my need of thee until now.

at thy feet I should have lien, sainted with listening; My pulses answering aye, in rhythmic beat, Each parting word that with melodious wing Moved on, creating still my being sweet; My soul thy harp, thy word the quivering string.

"This Widow thus her little Son hath taught Our blissful Lady, Jesu's Mother dear, To worship aye, and he forgat it not; For simple infant hath a ready ear.