Years of Discretion

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Dodd, Mead, 1913 - 349 pages
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Page 334 - We recked not of the grave. So far seemed life's dim twilight, So far the close of day, When we were young and gay, love, When we were young and gay. Now we are old and gray, love, Now we are old and gray, The night-tide shadows gather, We have not long to stay. The last sere leaves have fallen, The bare bleak branches bend, Set your dear hands in mine, love, Thus, thus, we'll wait the end. " Thank God for all the gladness...
Page 335 - tis all, all over, The turmoil of the day, In the still soft hours of even, In our life's fair twilight time, We'll look upon the morn, love, Upon our early prime. " Thank God for all the sweet days," We'll whisper, while we may, When we are old and gray, love, When we are old and gray. When we were young and gay, love, When we were young and gay, When distant seemed December, And all was golden May, Amid our life's hard turmoil, Our true love made us brave, We thought not of the morrow, We recked...
Page 334 - WHEN WE ARE OLD AND GRAY, LOVE ! WHEN we are old and gray, love, When we are old and gray, When at last 'tis all, all over, The turmoil of the day, In the still soft hours of even, In our life's fair twilight time, We'll look upon the morn, love, Upon our early prime. " Thank God for all the sweet days," We'll whisper, while we may, When we are old and gray, love, When we are old and gray.
Page 346 - I've so many things to tell you that I hardly know where to begin. The great thing is the livery, but I want to come regularly up to that, and forget nothing by the way. I was uncertain for a long time how to have my prayer-book bound. Finally, after thinking about it a great deal, I concluded to have it done in pale blue velvet with gold clasps, and a gold cross...
Page 335 - ... twilight, So far the close of day, When we were young and gay, love, When we were young and gay. Now we are old and gray, love, Now we are old and gray, The night-tide shadows gather, We have not long to stay. The last sere leaves have fallen, The bare bleak branches bend, Set your dear hands in mine, love, Thus, thus, we'll wait the end. " Thank God for all the gladness," In peaceful hope we'll say, Now we are old and gray, love, Now we are old and gray.
Page 36 - He could not get up in the morning or go to bed at night, missed chapel, and grew dilatory about his devotions.
Page 331 - He put his arms about her and held her close. She clung to him and caught her breath in a sob. " Never mind that, just now, Little Girl. What did they do next?
Page 43 - Marcia remained silent. She could not help being glad that he had disobeyed her ; yet she had nothing to say to him. What was there to be said, except good-bye ? But he had a great deal more than that to say to her ; and as they crossed the road and walked slowly along the footpath outside the railings of Regent's Park, he said it with an earnestness and impetuosity which she had never known him display before. He could not, he declared, afford to make use of equivocal phrases ; it was better to...
Page 126 - He dropped into a chair and held his head in his hands dejectedly. Anna, much bored by his lack of interest in his mother's flirtations, went on to make clear the falsity of his attitude. " Mr. Farrell," she said, " you must not think Madame Howard have age and bedtime.
Page 193 - She waited for him to speak, but he did not, so she took a long breath and crossed over to him.

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