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Her eyes are darkness, like the tomb's, and her ears are silence, like the grave's. Never will she smile to her mother's smile, or answer to her father's speech. The first sound she will hear will be the last trump, and the first face she will see will be the face of God." At that, Ruth flung herself down and burst into a flood of tears. The hope that she had cherished was dead.
How the field of combat lay By the tomb's self; how he sprang from ambuscade Captured Death, caught him in that pair of hands. Browning. "John," said Sydney, as they were taking their last walk together as engaged people on the banks of their Avon, "There's something I think I ought to tell you." "Well, my dearest."
Oh, you that go in search of things deserving praise, if you would praise the worthiest, then let your journey end here, nor trouble to go farther." The pious, Christian bishop had read of this man perhaps that life of him published by the apostate Gregorio Leti under the pen-name of Tommaso Tommasi, which had lately seen the light and he ordered the tomb's removal from that holy place.
But just the same, the great world is heart-hungry for real knowledge of the All-Father, eager to embrace any faith that does no violence to its reason, to grasp at any tangible thread of hope of a happy life with loved ones beyond the tomb's dark portals. Prof.
As to the president's specific errand his proposal for a week of union revival meetings in Parson Tomb's church, with or without the town congregation, the "university students" offering to occupy only the gallery the pastor said that as far as he was concerned, he was much disposed to favor it. "Why, befo' the wa' ow slaves used to worship with us; I've seen ow gallery half full of 'm!
In later days, an image of every king that died was forthwith carved in wood, and painted according to his remembered aspect, and decked in his own robes; and, when they had sealed his tomb, the mourners, humouring, to the best of their power, his hatred of extinction, laid this image upon the tomb's slab, and left it so. In yet later days, the pretence became more realistic.
I wormed my way in, helped on by prods from the file. It was a melancholy moment when my head passed beyond the last filtering of light into the tomb's blackness, where not even insects lived. After a moment of scrambling I found that the passage was big enough for me to go on all fours.
As Vesta pushed open the old, seasoned door it dragged along the floor, and the loose iron bar and padlock, dropping down, made a ring that brought an echo like a tomb's out of the hollow interior. "'Deed, Miss Vessy, I'm 'fraid to go in there," Virgie said. "You are not to come in till I call you. But hear that bird rioting in song! Does Mr. Milburn keep birds?" "I can't tell, Miss Vessy.
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