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Real People and Dreams: A New Book of Stories and Poems
Margaret E 1894-1981 Sangster,Christian Herald Pbl
Sin vista previa disponible - 2016
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Página 218 - BACKWARD, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again, just for to-night! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, — rock me to sleep!
Página 120 - In the spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Página 72 - MAID HER arms across her breast she laid ; She was more fair than words can say: Bare-footed came the beggar maid Before the king Cophetua. In robe and crown the king stepped down, To meet and greet her on her way; "It is no wonder," said the lords, " She is more beautiful than day.
Página 21 - If music be the food of love, play on." And so they found themselves at the very heart of the mystery, the recognition that, however strange, sheep's guts did in fact hale their souls out of their bodies. They were feelingly aware that the soul is susceptible to strange and unaccountable impulses, and...
Página 71 - And yet in glowing summer, In winter and in fall, It gives a cheery welcome, And knowing eyes may see The row of clear-cut visions That stand and smile at me.
Página 66 - And yet, because you did not do That little task of mine, The brightness of a lovely faith Has somehow ceased to shine.
Página 103 - His sandy hair was brushed back from a high forehead, and his eyes...