Profit & Loss

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D. Appleton, 1916 - 307 pages

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Page 200 - But who is this, what thing of sea or land ? Female of sex it seems, That, so bedecked, ornate, and gay, Comes this way, sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for the isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails filled, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger, a damsel train behind.
Page 266 - Receive, I pray thee, the law from his mouth, and lay up his words in thine heart.
Page 33 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-colored glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Page 192 - I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
Page 266 - Thou shalt also decree a thing, and it shall be established unto thee: And the light shall shine upon thy ways.
Page 89 - I HAVE been here before, But when or how I cannot tell : I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before, — How long ago I may not know : But just when at that swallow's soar Your neck turned so, Some veil did fall, — I knew it all of yore.
Page 1 - tis not a body, that we are training up, but a man, and we ought not to divide him.
Page 305 - For men who are free Love the old yew tree And the land where the yew tree grows. What of the men ? The men were bred in England, The bowmen, the yeomen, The lads of the dale and fell, Here's to you and to you, To the hearts that are true, And the land where the true hearts dwell. " They sing very joyfully," said Du Guesclin, " as though they were going to a festival.
Page 305 - What of the bow ? The bow was made in England, Of true wood, of yew wood. The wood of English bows ; For men who are free Love the old yew-tree And the land where the yew-tree grows. What of the men ? The men were bred in England, The bowmen, the yeomen, The lads of dale and fell. Here's to you and to you, To the hearts that are true, And the land where the true hearts dwell.

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