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... dark yew there also , and a spray or two of cypress . The soft lamplight had been streaming down some time when Noel Bartholomew and his daughter went into the music - room . Mrs. Caton was ar- ranging the girls on the platform . She ...
... dark yew there also , and a spray or two of cypress . The soft lamplight had been streaming down some time when Noel Bartholomew and his daughter went into the music - room . Mrs. Caton was ar- ranging the girls on the platform . She ...
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... dark , inscrutable eyes . He felt that he had more strength within himself than he had had when he met those eyes before . The concert came to an end at last , though the programme had not been a brief one . Noel Bartholomew came ...
... dark , inscrutable eyes . He felt that he had more strength within himself than he had had when he met those eyes before . The concert came to an end at last , though the programme had not been a brief one . Noel Bartholomew came ...
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... scolding . A young spruce- fir threw its strong , snowy arms across the doorway , yet Genevieve could see that the door was open . There was a little porch of trellis - work , with some dark , bright ivy 22 BETWEEN HEATHER AND SEA .
... scolding . A young spruce- fir threw its strong , snowy arms across the doorway , yet Genevieve could see that the door was open . There was a little porch of trellis - work , with some dark , bright ivy 22 BETWEEN HEATHER AND SEA .
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... dark , prostrate figure stirless . . . . But one cry - but one great , piercing cry went up through the silence- " My father ! my father ! my father ! Would God I had died for thee ! " CHAPTER II . " VICTORIOUS IN A STRIFE WHERE ONCE 66 ...
... dark , prostrate figure stirless . . . . But one cry - but one great , piercing cry went up through the silence- " My father ! my father ! my father ! Would God I had died for thee ! " CHAPTER II . " VICTORIOUS IN A STRIFE WHERE ONCE 66 ...
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... dark , still form lying on the studio floor between the returned pictures . Though she forget all else she could never forget that . She did not know that she had called to her father in despairing , beseeching tones , imploring him to ...
... dark , still form lying on the studio floor between the returned pictures . Though she forget all else she could never forget that . She did not know that she had called to her father in despairing , beseeching tones , imploring him to ...
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Armitage artist asked barugh beautiful bright Canon Gabriel chair Charlock chill coming Crudas dark dear death Diana Richmond Dorothy dread dress Enone eyes face father fear feeling forgive Gene Genevieve's George Kirkoswald glad glance gone grey hand hear heard heart heerd hope hour human Jael Keturah knew Langbarugh Moor letter light lips listening live look Madonna lilies Miss Bartholomew Miss Craven Miss Richmond Montacute mood moorland morning Murk-Marishes ness Netherbank never night Noel Bartholomew pain pale passionate peace plovers quiet replied Robin Adair rose-hips seemed Severne silence sing singin Sir Galahad sleep smile snow song sorrow soul Soulsgrif Bight sound speak spoke standing stood strange sudden suffering tears tell thing thought Thurkeld Abbas told touch turned Usselby vieve voice wait watching weary wild wind Winterford wish woman words Yarrell Croft
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Seite 255 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
Seite 233 - That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it: This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it.
Seite 281 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure...
Seite 244 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good, shall exist, Not its semblance, but itself ; no beauty, nor good, nor power, Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist, When eternity confirms the conception of an hour.
Seite 186 - I stooped Shrinking, as from the soldiery a nun, They drew me forth, and spite of me ... enough! These buy and sell our pictures, take and give, Count them for garniture and household-stuff, And where they live...
Seite 3 - Yes, thou art gone! and round me too the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade. I see her veil draw soft across the day, I feel her slowly chilling breath invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with...
Seite 50 - And when ye stand praying, forgive, if ye have aught against any: that your Father also which is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses. 26 But if ye do not forgive, neither will your Father which is in heaven forgive your trespasses.
Seite 231 - Spikenard and saffron; Calamus and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices: A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And streams from Lebanon.
Seite 147 - Pass by the happy souls, that love to live : 1 pray thee, pass before my light of life, And shadow all my soul, that I may die. Thou weighest heavy on the heart within. Weigh heavy on my eyelids : let me die.
Seite 378 - The world waits For help. Beloved, let us love so well, •' . Our work shall still be better for our love, «.«*' ' And still our love be sweeter for our work, i»- And both commended, for the sake of each, ., •• By all true workers and true lovers born.