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It was an ideal not, alas! unnatural to the perilous age: "Which claims for manhood's vice the privilege Of boyhood when young Dionysius seems All joyous as he burst upon the East A jocund and a welcome conqueror; And Aphrodite, sweet as from the sea She rose, and floated in her pearly shell A laughing girl; when lawless will erects Honour's gay temple on the Mount of God, And meek obedience bears the coward's brand; While Satan in celestial panoply With Sin, his lady, smiling by his side, Defies all heaven to arms."
You must learn of life from the men who have lived, Patricia. I haven't ever lived. I have always chosen the coward's part. I have chosen to shut myself off from the world, to posture in a village all my days, and to consider its trifles as of supreme importance. I have affected to scorn that brave world yonder where a man is proven. And, all the while, I was afraid of it, I think.
"Now, you old hag," cried the sick man, his weak, husky voice trembling with passion, "you know you're telling me a lie." "No, Mawse Chawlie," she protested with a coward's frown, "I swah I tellin' you de God's trufe!" "Hand me my clothes off that chair." "Oh! but, Mawse Chawlie " The little doctor cursed her. She did as she was bid, and made as if to leave the room. "Don't you go away."
They could not have been wholly deaf to the storm in Germany; and they must have heard something of the growls of smothered anger which for years had been audible at home, to all who had ears to hear. Yet if any such thoughts at times did cross their imagination, they were thrust aside as an uneasy dream, to be shaken off like a nightmare, or with the coward's consolation, "It will last my time."
There's no coward's blood in my heart more than in yours, Captain Standish, and I care not to shelter any man behind my petticoats. I have not wed John Alden all this long year and more, because I would not wed with your frown black upon my heart, and I will not wed him now until he hath showed himself a man upon that same field whence you do not greatly care to come alive."
If you want to convert a vain, stubborn fool to your way of thinking, don't let him know what your way is." "So the stars have failed?" asked the Abbé. "No," returned Lilly, "they have put the king to thinking, but more, they have sowed the seeds of fear, a plant which grows rapidly in a coward's heart by night." "But not rapidly enough to suit our purposes, I fear," returned the Abbé.
Cowardy, cowardy cus " "Why don't you send that kid home?" demanded Master Hardy, eyeing the fair songstress with strong disfavour. "You leave my sister alone," said the other, giving him a light tap on the shoulder. "There's your coward's blow." Master Hardy made a ceremonious return. "There's yours," he said. "Let's go behind the church."
Coward's eyes sparkled with joy at the proposal, and he looked with anxious expectation for my father's answer.
The poet Schiller, in one of his pieces called the Ideal and Life, illustrates the contrast between the practical and the imaginative in some beautiful stanzas, of which the last two may be thus translated: "Deep degraded to a coward's slave, Endless contests bore Alcides brave, Through the thorny path of suffering led; Slew the Hydra, crushed the lion's might, Threw himself, to bring his friend to light, Living, in the skiff that bears the dead.
Two years earlier a judge had been shot and maimed on a western circuit and since then, MacFarlane had taken a coward's precaution. Here was a man that knew, and while he lived the cup of trembling might never be put aside. It was the conductor's cry of "All aboard!" that broke the homicidal spell.
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