Margaret Ethel MacDonald

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T. Seltzer, 1924 - Feminists - 239 pages
 

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Page 186 - Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble words: And so these twain, upon the skirts of Time, Sit side by side, full-summ'd in all their powers, Dispensing harvest, sowing the To-be, Self-reverent each and reverencing each, Distinct in individualities, But like each other ev'n as those who love.
Page 235 - For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward ; for the memory of them is forgotten. Also their love, and their hatred, and their envy, is now perished ; neither have they any more a portion for ever in any thing that is done under the sun.
Page 119 - Bruce Glasier. no date These statistics of mortality among children have become unbearable to me. I used to be able to read them in a dull scientific way . . . It is not true that other children can make it up to you, that times heals the pain. It doesn't; it grows worse and...
Page 232 - She told us that had she to begin life again, she would pray to be allowed to live it in the same way; she commended to us the people and the causes that she had been helping, and on 8th September died, when the sun was robing itself in its setting glory and filling the room with the mournful light of early evening.
Page 207 - DAUGHTERS being, neither husband nor child, was ever admitted : . . . "she had within her being a Holy of Holies where she sat alone, and where the presence of her dearest wa< forbidden. In the long dark nights of the Lossiemouth late autumn and winter, with the moan of the sea passing over the land like the cry of toiling creation, the call of the night bird flying overhead, and the mass of stars shining above her, she would retire within herself and go out silently to the shore or the moors in...
Page 210 - God, and plead my cause against th ungodly nation; From the unjust and crafty man, O be thou my salvation. 2 For thou the God art of my strength; why thrusts thou me thee fro'? For th enemy's oppression why do I mourning go? 3 O send thy light forth and thy truth; let them be guides to me, And bring me to thine holy hill, ev'n where thy dwellings be. 4 Then will I to God's altar go, to God...
Page 211 - Away to the north, across the Firth, rose the pale blue hills of Sutherland and Ross: to the south lay the fertile farms of Morayshire sloping up through green wood and purple moorland into the blue tops of the Grampians, with the ruined Palace of Spynie in the mid-distance; to the east swept the sea, bordered by a wide stretch of yellow sand bending away into the horizon, with hills in the background, the whole stretching out in peaceful beauty which has won for it the name of the "Bay of Naples".
Page 44 - Sardis, which have not defiled their garments, and they shall walk with me in white : for they are worthy.
Page 210 - ORD, thou hast been our dwelling-place In generations all. Before thou ever hadst brought forth The mountains great or small ; 2 Ere ever thou hadst formed the earth, And all the world abroad ; Evfin thou from everlasting art To everlasting God.
Page 211 - Bois, nearby, and often took tramps into this countryside rich in memories. MacDonald described the historical landscape thus: "It was a land of majestic solemnity and magnificent romance, haunted by the shades of those who stood for the best in the life of England — Cromwell. Milton. Hampden, Penn, Burke.

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