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So perfect, indeed, is the imitation that the excellence of her work may perhaps defeat its own purpose; and the lacquered imitation of woman, "dilettante, delicate-handed," as Tennyson saw and sang of him, may satisfy the world, and for long ages prevent any anxious inquiry after the real feminine Brummagem.
They sang the hymns of the church together; they worshipped God with the same spirit of devotion; they listened to the minister's preaching and they came forth from such a service clothed with a power that made them able to stand against the mightiest influences for evil. Because the family pew is out of date many boys are wandering, and many girls have gone astray.
From time to time I glanced back to the shade of the oak trees, to the tall, slender figure, with the dark head bent over the white sheets of manuscript, and I sang softly a little song for very joy of my life.
She sang first in a Sunday concert, then they put her in the bill for a Saturday night. She did splendidly so well that they gave her a chance later at a subscription performance. Oh, you'll be there and soon, too!" "Thank you! I only wish the powers that could put me there had your flattering enthusiasm on the matter," he smiled.
To meet and be introduced as the strangers they were supposed by the rest of the family to be, to elaborate the pretense that this was what they were they who had shared those flaming moments while Paula sang! would be ridiculous and disgusting. But anything else, any attempt to go on from where they had left off was unthinkable.
"So my aching heart seeks thine, love, There to find its rest and peace, For, through loving, bliss is mine, love, And my many troubles cease." Thus Allan sang, and as he sang all eyes dwelled upon him and not a sound broke the stillness, and even after he had done the silence hung for a short space.
Some day the Awakening will come, when the pent-up vigor of ten million souls shall sweep irresistibly toward the Goal, out of the Valley of the Shadow of Death, where all that makes life worth living Liberty, Justice, and Right is marked "For White People Only." "Unto you a child is born," sang the bit of yellow paper that fluttered into my room one brown October morning.
Sometimes he sang in English, then his defective pronunciation lent a strange charm to his singing, which, although it could scarcely be accounted for, made itself felt even in the bosoms of the dilettanti. Strange to say, although courted and run after by nearly all the eligible young ladies, the Count became so fond of Mrs.
That was the odd thought that came to Carrigan as he lay half on his face, his fingers slowly and cautiously working a loophole between his shoulder-pack and the rock. They were love days all up and down the big rivers, where men and women sang for joy, and children played, forgetful of the long, hard days of winter.
He rose, and said, in a very audible manner, "We will sing the fifty-sixth Psalm: "'Have mercy, Lord, on me I pray, For men would me devour." The congregation, moved by a sudden impulse of religious generosity extremely unusual in those days, immediately sang the psalm which the king had chosen.
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