The Flower of Gala Water: A Novel

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R. Bonner's sons, 1894 - 386 من الصفحات
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الصفحة 79 - O, stay and hear ; your true love 's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting ; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
الصفحة 42 - God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her!
الصفحة 120 - The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow, She draws her favours to the lowest ebb; Her tides have equal times to come and go, Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web; No joy so great but runneth to an end, No hap so hard but may in fine amend.
الصفحة 44 - We shape ourselves the joy or fear Of which the coming life is made, And fill our Future's atmosphere With sunshine or with shade. The tissue of the Life to be We weave with colors all our own, And in the field of Destiny We reap as we have sown. Still shall the soul around it call The shadows which it gathered here, And painted on the eternal wall The Past shall reappear.
الصفحة 7 - The dear remembered melody Of Tweed once more again. Wan water from the border hills, Dear voice from the old years, Thy distant music lulls and stills, And moves to quiet tears. Like a loved ghost thy fabled flood Fleets through the dusky land; Where Scott, come home to die, has stood, My feet returning stand. A mist of memory broods and floats, The border waters flow; The air is full of ballad notes, Borne out of long ago.
الصفحة 234 - For Jock of Hazeldean. The kirk was decked at morning-tide. The tapers glimmered fair; The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, And dame and knight are there. They sought her baith by bower and ha' ; The ladie was not seen ! She 's o'er the Border and awa' Wi
الصفحة 120 - Seeing this vale, this earth, whereon we dream, Is on all sides o'ershadowed by the high Uno'erleaped Mountains of Necessity, Sparing us narrower margin than we deem.
الصفحة 88 - Paris and of very many more. Sighing like a furnace, in the hope that you may win her still, And losing health and appetite, and growing thin and thinner still; Walking in the wet before her window or her door o'nights, And catching nothing but a cold with waiting there a score o'nights.
الصفحة 279 - God had given him a new lease on life, and he was determined to make the most of it. He...

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