Saint's ProgressCharles Scribner's Sons, 1919 - 404 pagine A novel, written in 1917-18, which chronicles family relationships during World War I. |
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Pagina 282 - And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love; And these black bodies and this sunburnt face Are but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
Pagina 317 - THE peace of God, which passeth all understanding, keep your hearts and minds in the knowledge and love of God, and of his Son Jesus Christ our Lord...
Pagina 282 - I'll shade him from the heat till he can bear To lean in joy upon our Father's knee; And then I'll stand and stroke his silver...
Pagina 260 - Time, you old gipsy man, Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day? All things I'll give you Will you be my guest, Bells for your jennet Of silver the best, Goldsmiths shall beat you A great golden ring, Peacocks shall bow to you, Little boys sing, Oh, and sweet girls will Festoon you with may, Time, you old gipsy, Why hasten away? Last week in Babylon, Last...
Pagina 345 - Past the great pines and through the wood, Up where the lean hounds softly go, A-whine for wild things' blood, And madly flies the dappled roe. O God, to shout and speed them there, An arrow by my chestnut hair Drawn tight, and one keen glimmering spear — Ah! if I could!
Pagina 294 - I don't mean promising to love, honor, and obey, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health till death do you part — that's only human nature to wish and to attempt. And it might be done if it weren't for the iniquitous arrangement of marriage.
Pagina 345 - Oh for a deep and dewy spring, With runlets cold to draw and drink! And a great meadow blossoming, Long-grassed, and poplars in a ring, To rest me by the brink!
Pagina 345 - Oh, take me to the Mountain! Oh, Past the great pines and through the wood, Up where the lean hounds softly go, A-whine for wild things' blood, And madly flies the dappled roe.
Pagina 345 - like a lovely person; it makes you ache to kiss it." His lips felt parched. "There is a beauty beyond all that," he said stubbornly. "Where?" "Holiness, duty, faith. O Nollie, my lore!" But Noel's hand tightened on his arm. "Shall I tell you what I should like?" she whispered. "To take God's hand and show Him things. I'm certain He's not seen everything.
Pagina 199 - I'd teach you to cook; it's rather useful." The smile which slipped on to Xoel's face gave Thirza quite a turn. She had assigned the girl a different room, and had made it extraordinarily cheerful with a log fire, chrysanthemums, bright copper candlesticks, warming-pans, and such like. She went up with her at bedtime, and standing before the fire, said: " You know, Nollie, I absolutely refuse to regard this as any sort of tragedy. To bring life into the world in these days, no matter how, ought to...