...quickly through the half-closed mouth. —Pierre Loti. caterpillars cocoons imitating restlessness He who has a thousand friends Has not a friend to spare, MIDAS Midas was a very rich and powerful king. His storehouses were full of gold and silver, jewels...

...heart bleed, let thy lips laugh like the wine-cup. Is thy soul hurt, yet dance with the viol-strings: Thou learnest no secret, until thou knowest friendship, Since to the unsound no heavenly knowledge comes in." " Ruler after word and thought Which no eye yet saw, Which no ear yet heard, Remain, until...

...heart bleed, let thy lips laugh like the wine-cup. Is thy soul hurt, yet dance with the viol-strings: Thou learnest no secret, until thou knowest friendship, Since to the unsound no heavenly knowledge comes in." " Ruler after word and thought Which no eye yet saw. Which no ear yet heard, Remain, until...

...heart bleed, let thy lips laugh like the wine-cup. Is thy soul hurt, yet dance with the viol-strings: Thou learnest no secret, until thou knowest friendship, Since to the unsound no heavenly knowledge comes in." " Ruler after word and thought Which no eye yet saw, Which no ear yet heard, Remain, until...

...complains, 217. Hast thou named all the birds without a gun? 61. He took the colour of his vest, 209. He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, 216. He who has no hands, 208. Hear what British Merlin sung, 203. Her passions the shy violet, S12....

...can refuse me, 347. He planted where the deluge ploughed, 332. He took the color of his vest, 292. He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, 302. He who has no hands, 291. Hear what British Merlin sung, 218. Henceforth, please God, forever...

...can refuse me, 347. He planted where the deluge ploughed, 332. He took the color of his vest, 292. He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, 302. He who has no hands, 291. Hear what British Merlin sung, 218. Henceforth, please God, forever...

...can refuse me, 347. He planted where the deluge ploughed, 332. He took the color of his vest, 292. He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, 302. He who has no hands, 291. Hear what British Merlin sung, 218. Henceforth, please God, forever...

...their names on the same date and were followed later by Rev. J. Minot Savage ; Kate Sanborn, who wrote, "He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare"; there are signatures of Cordelia Kirkland and Ina Coolbrith, the San Francisco poet; Susan B. Anthony...

...any one's displeasure. She was pre-eminently a cautious woman; she laboured hard to make no enemies. He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, And he who has one enemy will meet him everywhere. " And so," she purred into Belinda's ear, " so we will let the thing drop....