The Mount Holyoke, Volume 9

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Page 291 - They are looking at the light. Golaud. Both? Yniold. Yes, little father. Golaud. They do not say anything? Yniold. No, little father ; they do not close their eyes.
Page 356 - MADONNA MIA. UNDER green apple-boughs That never a storm will rouse, My lady hath her house Between two bowers ; In either of the twain Red roses full of rain ; She hath for bondwomen All kind of flowers. She hath no handmaid fair To draw her curled gold hair Through rings of gold that bear Her whole hair's weight ; She hath no maids to stand Gold-clothed on either hand ; In all the great green land None is so great. She hath no more to wear But one white hood of vair Drawn over eyes and hair, Wrought...
Page 114 - At present our knowledge of a definite limit to geological time has so little precision that we should do wrong to summarily reject any theories which appear to demand longer periods of time than those which now appear allowable.
Page 54 - THERE was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile. He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile: He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse, And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
Page 82 - Of our swift passage through this scenery Of life and death, more durable than we, What landmark so congenial as a tree Repeating its green legend every spring, And, with a yearly ring, Recording the fair seasons as they flee...
Page 280 - Let your women keep silence in the churches, for it is not permitted unto them to speak ; but they are commanded to be under obedience, as also saith the law. And if they will learn anything, let them ask their husbands at home, for it is a shame for women to speak in the church.
Page 7 - WHEN Nature had made all her birds, With no more cares to think on, She gave a rippling laugh, and out There flew a Bobolinkon. She laughed again; out flew a mate; A breeze of Eden bore them Across the fields of Paradise, The sunrise reddening o'er them. Incarnate sport and holiday, They flew and sang forever; Their souls through June were all in tune, Their wings were weary never. Their tribe, still drunk...
Page 398 - Does he think I'm running a puzzle department?" The American Ten-Dollar Typewriter is as well made as the highest priced machines, but more simple.
Page 245 - When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot.
Page 29 - Therefore be ye steadfast, unmovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labor is not in vain in the Lord.

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