Alice L'Estrange's motto, and how it gained the victory



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第1页 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
第40页 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden...
第193页 - Instead of the thorn shall come up the fir-tree, and instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle-tree: and it shall be to the Lord for a name, for an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.
第151页 - Your voiceless lips, O Flowers, are living preachers. Each cup a pulpit, and each leaf a book, Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers From loneliest nook. Floral Apostles ! that in dewy splendor " Weep without woe, and blush without a crime...
第176页 - That mother sought a pledge of love, The holiest, for her son ; And from the gifts of God above, She chose a goodly one ; She chose for her beloved boy The source of light, and life, and joy.
第71页 - I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little headstone stood; How the flakes were folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, "Father, who makes it snow?
第176页 - The parting hour should come, They might have hope to meet again In an eternal home : She said his faith in that would be Sweet incense to her memory.
第175页 - REMEMBER, love, who gave thee this, When other days shall come ; When she who had thy earliest kiss Sleeps in her narrow home. Remember, 'twas a mother gave The gift to one she'd die to save.
第176页 - She said, his faith in that would be Sweet incense to her memory. And should the scoffer in his pride, Laugh that fond faith to scorn ; And bid him cast the pledge aside That he from youth had borne ; She bade him pause, and ask his breast, If he, or she, had lov'd him best!