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It was he who married them when they found each the alter ego, to whom they could say: "Thou art all to me love for which my heart did pine A green isle in the sea love, a fountain and a shrine." It was he who had lifted their souls on the breath of prayer, when their loved ones had "fallen asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep, from which none ever wake to weep."
"The Duchesse de la Valliere wept for lost happiness and vanished power; but the Duchesse de Langeais will be happy that she may weep and be a power for you still. Yes, you will regret me. I see clearly that I was not of this world, and I thank you for making it clear to me. "Farewell; you will never touch my axe. Yours was the executioner's axe, mine is God's; yours kills, mine saves.
That part of it was yet so far behind it was scarce arrived in wish. You should have stayed till it approached more near, before you damned it to eternal silence. To love, to sigh, to weep, to pray, and to complain; why one may be allowed it in devotion; but you, nicer than heaven itself, make that a crime, which all the powers divine have never decreed one.
Every time she asked her heart after Roland, memory gave her pictures in fainter and fainter and fainter colours. Roland was drifting farther and farther away. She could no longer weep at his name. A gentle melancholy, a half-sacred remoteness invested the years in which he had been the light of her life. For
If we choose our friends in Christ, neither here, nor ever, need we fear parting, and will have the secure joy and peace which come from having a friend who is as one's own soul. The Eclipse of Friendship For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his pew. Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead.
You think me too shallow and feeble, to endure suffering and death for the sacred cause, which is mine as well as yours! You are fond of calling me your child, but I can be strong, and whatever may come, will not weep. You are the husband and have the right to command, I am only the wife and shall obey. Shall I go? Shall I stay? I await your answer."
There is certainly but one place in all New York where the stricken deer may weep or even, for that matter, the hart ungalled play; the wonder of my coincidence shrank a little, that is, before the fact that when young ardor or young despair wishes to commune with immensity it can ONLY do so either in a hall bedroom or in just this corner, practically, where I pounced on my prey.
And why should he not sing, when, on a fine summer evening, with a contented mind, he regains his house, where a good wife and fine children await him?" "True, one could not do otherwise than sing," said La Louve, becoming more and more thoughtful. "At least, if one does not weep from joy," continued Fleur-de-Marie, herself affected. "And such tears are as sweet as songs.
M. Du Pont is a sensible and amiable man, who has long been tenderly attached to you; his family and fortune are unexceptionable; after what I have said, it is unnecessary to add, that I should rejoice in your felicity, and that I think M. Du Pont would promote it. Do not weep, Emily, continued the Count, taking her hand, 'there IS happiness reserved for you.
I could rush at him and hug him... weep over him but I am afraid.... Oh, dear, he's so strange! He's talking kindly, but I'm afraid! Why, what am I afraid of?..." "Oh, Rodya, you wouldn't believe," she began suddenly, in haste to answer his words to her, "how unhappy Dounia and I were yesterday! Now that it's all over and done with and we are quite happy again I can tell you.
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