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Page 12 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Page 15 - death is sure To those that stay and those that roam, But I will nevermore endure To sit with empty hands at home. ' My mother clings about my neck, My sisters crying, "Stay for shame ;" My father raves of death and wreck, They are all to blame, they are all to blame. ' God help me ! save I take my part Of danger on the roaring sea, A devil rises in my heart, Far worse than any death to me.
Page 21 - Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure, That we may lift from out of dust A voice as unto him that hears, A cry above the conquer'd years To one that with us works, and trust, With faith that comes of self-control, The truths that never can be proved Until we close with all we loved, And all we flow from, soul in soul.
Page 13 - Here at least, where nature sickens, nothing. Ah for some retreat Deep in yonder shining Orient, where my life began to beat! Where in wild Mahratta-battle fell my father, evil-starred; I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish uncle's ward.
Page 12 - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Page 12 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he bears a laden breast, Full of sad experience moving toward the stillness of his rest.
Page 14 - In the main current of the general life, But small experiences of every day, Concerns of the particular hearth and home : To learn not only by a comet's rush But a rose's birth, — not by the grandeur, God — But the comfort, Christ.
Page 26 - Of his old husk: from head to tail Came out clear plates of sapphire mail. "He dried his wings: like gauze they grew; Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew A living flash of light he flew.
Page 23 - Far off they saw the silver-misty morn Rolling her smoke about the Royal mount, That rose between the forest and the field. At times the summit of the high city flashed; At times the spires and turrets half-way down Pricked through the mist; at times the great gate shone Only, that opened on the field below: Anon, the whole fair city had disappeared. Then those who went with Gareth were amazed, One crying, 'Let us go no further, lord. Here is a city of Enchanters, built By fairy Kings.
Page 18 - King ; tho' some there be that hold The King a shadow, and the city real : Yet take thou heed of him, for, so thou pass Beneath this archway, then wilt thou become A thrall to his enchantments, for the King Will bind thee by such vows, as is a shame A man should not be bound by, yet the which No man can keep...