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Page 452 - T'HE SON of GOD goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain, His blood-red banner streams afar ; Who follows in His train? Who best can drink His cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below, He follows in His train.
Page 384 - We're to have a feast; so nice! One goes to the Abbot's table, All of us get each a slice. How go on your flowers? None double?
Page 285 - Knowledge before — a discovery that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in our philosophy.
Page 379 - Say is it dawn, is it dusk in thy Bower, Thou whom I long for, who longest for me ? Oh be it night — be it " Here he fell over a little camel-colt that was sleeping in the Serai where the horse-traders and the best of the blackguards from Central Asia live ; and, because he was very drunk indeed and the night was dark, he could not rise again till I helped him. That was the beginning of my acquaintance with Mclntosh Jellaludin. When a loafer, and drunk, sings The Song of the Bower, he must be worth...
Page 1 - OR ever the knightly years were gone With the old world to the grave, I was a King in Babylon And you were a Christian Slave.
Page 641 - Singing and murmuring in her feastful mirth, Joying to feel herself alive, Lord over Nature, Lord of the visible earth, Lord of the senses five ; Communing with herself : ' All these are mine, And let the world have peace or wars, Tis one to me.
Page 276 - The two little red dots moved forward in the open parallel to the enemy's front. But of all the world's great heroes There's none that can compare...
Page 9 - Wouldst thou," — so the helmsman answered, " Learn the secret of the sea ? Only those who brave its dangers Comprehend its mystery...