Stories of Life and Love

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Christian Herald, 1897 - 320 páginas

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Página 137 - ... close, And the lights are out in the house ; When the fires burn low and red, And the watch is ticking loudly Beside the bed : Though you sleep, tired out, on your couch, Still your heart must wake and watch In the dark room, For it may be that at midnight I will come. " It may be at the cock-crow, When the night is dying slowly In the sky, And the sea looks calm and holy, Waiting for the dawn of the golden sun Which draweth nigh ; When the mists are on the valleys, shading The rivers chill,...
Página 271 - BIRTHDAY My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot: My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me.
Página 286 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt. Dispraise or blame, nothing but well and fair. And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Página 138 - So He passed down my cottage garden, By the path that leads to the sea, Till He came to the turn of the little road Where the birch and laburnum tree Lean over and arch the way ; There I saw Him a moment stay, And turn once more to me, As I wept at the cottage door, And lift up his hands in blessing — Then I saw His face no more. And I stood still in the doorway, Leaning against the wall, Not heeding the fair white roses, Though I crushed them and let them fall; Only looking down the pathway, And...
Página 136 - Watch therefore : for ye know not when the lord of the house cometh, whether at even, or at midnight, or at cockcrowing, or in the morning ; lest coming suddenly he find you sleeping.
Página 192 - Take my word for it, the silliest woman can manage a clever man; but it needs a very clever woman to manage a fool.
Página 186 - Mrs. Hauksbee appeared on the horizon; and where she existed was fair chance of trouble. At Simla her by-name was the "Stormy Petrel." She had won that title five times to my own certain knowledge. She was a little, brown, thin, almost skinny woman, with big, rolling, violetblue eyes, and the sweetest manners in the world.
Página 262 - I pursued a maiden and clasped a reed. Gods and men, we are all deluded thus! It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed: All wept, as I think both ye now would, If envy or age had not frozen your blood, At the sorrow of my sweet pipings.
Página 136 - It may be when the midnight Is heavy upon the land ; And the black waves lying dumbly Along the sand ; When the moonless night draws close, And the lights are out in the house, When the fires burn low and red, And the watch is ticking loudly Beside the bed : Though you sleep, tired out, on your couch, Still your heart must wake and watch In the dark room ; For it may be that at midnight I will come.
Página 49 - But the Watchman opened the Gate of rest,— " I am willing, with all My heart," said He. ***** Thus day and night they are pressing nigh, With tears and sighs, to the heavenly Gate ; Where the Watchman stands in His majesty, With a patience which never has said,

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