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... windows was flooding all her room with its silent arousal . Light , and music , and a sense of an unexamined , half- remembered joy , filled her being and embraced her at her waking on this New Year's Day . A moment she lay in a passive ...
... windows was flooding all her room with its silent arousal . Light , and music , and a sense of an unexamined , half- remembered joy , filled her being and embraced her at her waking on this New Year's Day . A moment she lay in a passive ...
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... windows , and unconsciously shone into poor , unknown Glory's life , who watched for her as for a vision , these locks , I say , stood up continually in their restless reaching after the fairer destiny that had been meant for them , in ...
... windows , and unconsciously shone into poor , unknown Glory's life , who watched for her as for a vision , these locks , I say , stood up continually in their restless reaching after the fairer destiny that had been meant for them , in ...
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... windows , and reproduced them next day , when the chores were done , and she and baby could go up stairs and " have a party ; " bidding thereto , on his solemn promise of good behavior , " Bubby , " otherwise Master Herbert Clarence ...
... windows , and reproduced them next day , when the chores were done , and she and baby could go up stairs and " have a party ; " bidding thereto , on his solemn promise of good behavior , " Bubby , " otherwise Master Herbert Clarence ...
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... window overlooks her from above , pick up the coin , and overtake her . " I saw you drop it by the gate , " is all she says , as she puts it into Katie Ryan's hand . Katie stares with surprise , turning round at the touch . upon her ...
... window overlooks her from above , pick up the coin , and overtake her . " I saw you drop it by the gate , " is all she says , as she puts it into Katie Ryan's hand . Katie stares with surprise , turning round at the touch . upon her ...
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... window , when she witnessed Glory's escapade , and departed , leaving the girl to her " pacifying office ... windows ; and if she caught sight of Glory's illumined head , nodded her own , with its pretty , dark brown locks , quite ...
... window , when she witnessed Glory's escapade , and departed , leaving the girl to her " pacifying office ... windows ; and if she caught sight of Glory's illumined head , nodded her own , with its pretty , dark brown locks , quite ...
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Page 90 - Fool! the Ideal is in thyself, the impediment too is in thyself: thy Condition is but the stuff thou art to shape that same Ideal out of: what matters whether such stuff be of this sort or that, so the Form thou give it be heroic, be poetic?
Page 131 - A servant with this clause makes drudgery divine; who sweeps a room, as for thy laws, makes that and the action fine.
Page 253 - For all day the wheels are droning, turning; Their wind comes in our faces, Till our hearts turn, our heads with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places...
Page 118 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen. We hear life murmur or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers. And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 343 - The tree Sucks kindlier nurture from a soil enriched By its own fallen leaves ; and man is made In heart and spirit from deciduous hopes And things that seem to perish.
Page 148 - God sets some souls in shade, alone. They have no daylight of their own. Only in lives of happier ones They see the shine of distant suns. "God knows. Content thee with thy night, Thy greater heaven hath grander light.
Page 82 - For all the heat o' the day, till it declines, And death's mild curfew shall from work assoil. God did anoint thee with his odorous oil, To wrestle, not to reign; and he assigns All thy tears over, like pure crystallines, For younger fellow-workers of the soil To wear for amulets. So others shall Take patience, labor, to their heart and hand, From thy hand and thy heart and thy brave cheer, And God's grace fructify through thee to all. The least flower, with a brimming cup may stand And share its...
Page 289 - Head which was crucified is the Head of all power, and has for His Head the Father ; for the Head of the man is Christ, and the Head of Christ is God.
Page 188 - I mean that when Christ said, ' I am with you to the end of the world,' he only said that which was — which by the laws of things, could not help being — simply, and without metaphor, true." Faith almost paused in her walk to listen. "Events and deeds are not done with in the moment they are enacted. Does a sublime instant in history pass by into nothingness, except for the memory that it has been? God is the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. He is not the God of the dead, but of the living.
Page 65 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tride, What hell it is in suing long to bide : To loose good dayes, that might be better spent ; To wast long nights in pensive discontent ; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow...