Dream-land by Daylight: A Panorama of Romance

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Redfield, 1851 - Short stories, American - 428 pages
 

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Page 3 - Wilt thou have this Woman to thy wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honour, and keep her in sickness and in health ; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?
Page 404 - Swaine, you see, it is true, in such an hour as we think not, the Son of man cometh.
Page 229 - But no! a quick and eager ear Caught up the little, meaning sound; Another voice has breathed it clear; And so it wandered round From ear to lip, from lip to ear, Until it reached a gentle heart...
Page 191 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Page 288 - The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun. Is there any thing whereof it may be said, "See, this is new?" it hath been already of old time, which was before us.
Page 192 - Twixt Want and Scorn she walked forlorn, And nothing could avail. "No mercy now can clear her brow For this world's peace to pray; For, as love's wild prayer dissolved in air, Her woman's heart gave way!— But the sin forgiven by Christ in Heaven By man is cursed alway!" In this composition we find it difficult to recognize the Willis who has written so many mere "verses of society.
Page 206 - I know it by the trill That quivers through thy piercing notes, So petulant and shrill. I think there is a knot of you Beneath the hollow tree, — A knot of spinster Katydids, — Do Katydids drink tea ? Oh, tell me where did Katy live, And what did Katy do...
Page 98 - Looking within myself, I note how thin A plank of station, chance, or prosperous fate, Doth fence me from the clutching waves of sin ; In my own heart I find the worst man's mate, And see not dimly the smooth-hinged gate That opes to those abysses Where ye grope darkly, — ye who never knew On your young hearts love's consecrating dew, Or felt a mother's kisses...

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