Essays from the Chap-book: Being a Miscellany of Curious and Interesting Tales, Histories, &c |
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Page 191 - The devil stopped her at the brink: She shook him off; she cried, "Away!" "My dear, you have gone mad, I think." "I was betrayed: I will not stay." Across the weltering deep she ran; A stranger thing was never seen: The damned stood silent to a man; They saw the great gulf set between. To her it seemed a meadow fair; And flowers sprang up about her feet. She entered heaven; she climbed the stair And knelt down at the mercy-seat. Seraphs and saints with one great voice Welcomed that soul that knew...
Page 117 - I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot : I would thou wert cold or hot.
Page 192 - Is to come it brave and meek with thirty bob a week, And feel that that's the proper thing for you. It's a naked child against a hungry wolf ; It's playing bowls upon a splitting wreck ; It's walking on a string across a gulf With millstones fore-and-aft about your neck ; But the thing is daily done by many and many a one; And we fall, face forward, fighting, on the deck.
Page 188 - And on the brow She kissed her thrice, and left her sight, While dreaming in her cloudy bed, Far in the crimson orient land, On many a mountain's happy head Dawn lightly laid her rosy hand.
Page 187 - But soon her fire to ashes burned ; Her beauty changed to haggardness; Her golden hair to silver turned ; The hour came of her last caress. At midnight from her lonely bed She rose, and said, "I have had my will.
Page 187 - She stopped her ears and climbed the steep, And thundered at the convent door. It opened straight: she entered in, And at the wardress' feet fell prone: "I come to purge away my sin; Bury me, close me up in stone.
Page 186 - Away!" She doffed her outer robe, And sent it sailing down the blast. Her body seemed to warm the wind; With bleeding feet o'er ice she ran: "I leave the righteous God behind; I go to worship sinful man.
Page 192 - As easy as you take a drink, it's true; But the difficultest go to understand, And the difficultest job a man can do, Is to come it brave and meek with thirty bob a week, And feel that that's the proper thing for you.
Page 190 - We drop into oblivion, And nourish some suburban sod: My work, this woman, this my son, Are now no more: there is no God. "The world's a dustbin; we are due, And death's cart waits: be life accurst!