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Page 130 - She comes not when Noon is on the roses — Too bright is Day. She comes not to the soul till it reposes From work and play. But when Night is on the hills, and the great voices Roll in from sea, By starlight and by candlelight and dreamlight She comes to me.
Page 269 - Oh Thou, who didst with pitfall and with gin Beset the Road I was to wander in, Thou wilt not with Predestined Evil round Enmesh, and then impute my Fall to Sin!
Page 23 - I did not altogether like her thrusting the whole responsibility, in this marked manner, on my shoulders. If Mr. Fairlie had done it, I should not have been surprised. But resolute, clear-minded Miss Halcombe was the very last person in the world whom I should have expected to find shrinking from the expression of an opinion of her own. "If any doubts still trouble you," I said, "why not mention them to me at once?
Page 285 - With colour never seen before ; Tyrannic love smiled yesterday, And lost the terrors of his sway, But is a god again to-day. Ah ! who will give us back the past ? Ah ! woe, that youth should love to be Like this swift Thames that speeds so fast, And is so fain to find the sea, — That leaves this maze of shadow and sleep, These creeks down which blown blossoms creep, For breakers of the homeless deep.
Page 243 - Oh how this spring of love resembleth Th' uncertain glory of an April day; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away!
Page 116 - But it was even thou, my companion, my guide, and mine owa familiar friend.
Page 137 - Some souls have quickened, eye to eye, And heart to heart, and hand in hand; The swift fire leaps, and instantly They understand.
Page 304 - I've got out of my marriage. I don't intend to go about as a divorced woman under my maiden name of Huggins. The idea does not smile on me. Besides I know Francis. He will come back to me. He did — before. He has not a shilling, and he is in debt. He can't get on without me. I was a goose to marry him ; but still I am the goose that lays the golden eggs." • • • • • • Jos' parents sent Mary a pressing invitation to stay with them after the season. Mary went, and perhaps she tasted something...
Page 191 - Trefusis, scratching the letter towards her with her stick, and regaining possession of it, "this is the woman whom you pressed me, only a month ago, to receive as my daughter-in-law. Didn't I say she came of a bad stock ? Didn't I say that what was bred in the bone would come out in the flesh ? George would not listen to me then, but my poor deluded boy is beginning to see now that I was right.