Old Fires and Profitable Ghosts: A Book of StoriesCassell and Company, 1900 - 341 pagina's |
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Pagina 138 - Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth : for thy love is better than wine.
Pagina 287 - Book may be used ; only instead of these words [We therefore commit his body to the ground, earth to earth, <fe.] say, \\7~E therefore commit his body to the deep, to be turned into corruption, looking for the resurrection of the body, (when the sea shall give up her dead,) and the life of the world to come...
Pagina 30 - Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, That the spices thereof may flow out.
Pagina 32 - My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
Pagina 254 - Vicar recited the prayer for the whole state of Christ's Church militant here on earth, and the Emigrant joined the crowd trooping out by the western door.
Pagina 257 - Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors, Old footsteps trod the upper floors, Old voices called her from without. She only said, "My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, "I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
Pagina 255 - And wild winds bound within their cell, The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her bed, across her brow. She only said, " The night is dreary, He cometh not...