An Itinerant House: And Other StoriesW. Doxey, 1897 - 320 pàgines A classic book from 1896 with a terrific assortment of stories. Sections of this book use old English grammar and writing, spotted typos are typically no typos at all. Included are: |
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An Itinerant House And Other Stories (Annotated Edition) Emma Frances Dawson Previsualització limitada - 2012 |
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Pàgina 139 - Be thou removed hence, and cast into the bottom of the sea;' — it can arrest the sun in the midst of his course, and send the swift-winged winds upon our errand; and all those strange things, and secret decrees, and unrevealed transactions, which are above the clouds, and far beyond the regions of the stars, shall combine in ministry and advantages for the praying man...
Pàgina 31 - What seemed her wildest, grandest charms, Eternal Truth and Beauty hailing, Like thee, I rushed into her arms. What gained we, little moth ? Thy ashes, Thy one brief parting pang may show : And withering thoughts for soul that dashes From deep to deep, are but a death more slow.
Pàgina 35 - Here she possesses a habitation protected by exceedingly high walls and strongly barred gates. Her hall is called Elvidnir ; Hunger is her table ; Starvation, her knife ; Delay, her man ; Slowness, her maid ; Precipice, her threshold ; Care, her bed ; and Burning Anguish forms the hangings of her apartments. The one half of her body is livid, the other half the colour of human flesh.
Pàgina 232 - The conjurer then called to him three times, but getting no answer he snatched up a knife as if in a great rage, laid hold of the thong, and disappeared also...
Pàgina 211 - THIS ae night, this ae night, Every night and alle, Fire, and sleet, and candle light, And Christ receive thy saule. When thou from hence away are passed, Every night and alle, To Whinny-muir thou comest at last, And Christ receive thy saule.
Pàgina 244 - The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Shadows of evening fall around us, and the world seems but a dim reflection — itself a broader shadow. We look forward into the coming lonely night. The soul withdraws into itself. Then stars arise, and the night is holy.
Pàgina 222 - The first was shot by Carlist thieves — ten years ago in Spain. The second drowned near Alicante — while I alive remain. I love to see their dim white forms come floating through the night, And grieve to see them fade away in early morning light.
Pàgina 73 - The twice-tongued prophets are mute, The many speakers are still ; No foot has travelled or trod, No hand has meted, his path. Man's fate is a blood-red fruit, And the mighty gods have their fill And relax not the rein, or the rod. Ye were...
Pàgina 22 - I cried; and then, rebuking myself, "No; she is not lost. They say that Time and Space exist not, save in our thoughts. If so, then that which has been, is, and the Past can never cease. She is mine, and I shall find her, — what matters it where, or when, or how? Till then, my soul is but a moon-lighted chamber of ghosts; and I sit within, the dreariest of them all. "When she enters it will be a home of love. And I wait — I wait.
Pàgina 16 - See, where he steals — Told I you not, Benvolio, That we should find this melancholy Cupid .Lock'd in some gloomy covert, under key Of cautionary silence; with his arms Threaded, like these cross boughs, in sorrow's knot ? Enter ROMEO.