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Hence we no longer need to be Divine by proxy." The organ rolled out a gay note to which the gathered thousands chanted a gay "Amen!" "We believe," the priest went on in his chant "that the living God, is the marriage of Force and matter, of Head and Hand.
Her marriage was over that thought returned like a mournful chant in the storm of blind feeling. Latterly she had come to take her husband as a matter of course, as a part of the married life of a woman. Though she had said to Nettie Gilbert, "I'm as much in love with Jack as when I married him," and believed it, she hadn't been.
Then, as with planted foot, he thrust him off the spear: 'O men, he cries, 'Orodes lies low, no slight arm of the war. His comrades shout after him the glad battle chant.
"It seems as if there were nobody left," I said disconsolately, "save perhaps your Second Cousin's Uncle, or your Enemy's Dearest Friend." "That's just the effect it has on one," answered Hilda. "We always used to conclude our chant with the advice:
The peculiar chant of an advancing impi, like a long, monotonous baying or growling, was loud in our ears, together with the noise they make drumming on their hide shields with the assegai you must hear an army making those sounds to realise them.
The entrance of the invalid into the lodge was a signal for the song-priest to open the chant with the rattle. Hasjelti and Hostjoghon bounded into the lodge hooting wildly. Hostjoghon carried a turkey wand in each hand, and these he waved over the invalid’s head and hooted; this was repeated four times, and each time the gods ran out of the lodge.
"I'll ask him," gravely replied Worth, and sought to accustom the puppies to their new names with chanting Poor Qua Nessa Pa. The chant grew so melancholy that the puppies subsided; oppressed, overpowered, perhaps, with the sense of being anything as large and terrible as inquirer and universalist. But Worth was too true a son of the army to leave a brooding damsel long alone in the corner.
He can give a whirl or two to half a dozen within a hundred yards of where he buys his tea or sells his sheep. On every hand there is constant evidence that Urga is a sacred city. It never can be forgotten even for a moment. The golden roofs of scores of temples give back the sunlight, and the moaning chant of praying lamas is always in the air.
He, unarmed, could not have fought had the chance offered; breaking out, once and again, into the solemn-sounding chant which he had been singing when he came up in his boat the evening before: "O my soul arise in heaven, Lord, for to yearde when Jordan roll, Roll Jordan, roll Jordan, roll Jordan, roll," the words falling in with the sound of the water as it lapsed from them.
And I cannot think of this latter picture but it seems to me as if: Cuculain rode from out the ages' prime, The hero time, spacious and girt with gold, For he had heard this earth was stained with crime. With loud hoof-thunder, clangor, ring and rhyme, With chariot-wheels flame-trailing where they rolled, Cuculain rode from out the ages' prime. Song on his lips I heard the chant and chime.
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