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Thou art not worth to me—no, not the taking off the ground; one of those knives is worth all this heap; I have no manner of use for thee—e’en remain where thou art, and go to the bottom as a creature whose life is not worth saying.” However, upon second thoughts I took it away; and wrapping all this in a piece of canvas, I began to think of making another raft; but while I was preparing this, I found the sky overcast, and the wind began to rise, and in a quarter of an hour it blew a fresh gale from the shore.
If I, like Abraham, through flames must go, Or yet like John a bloodstained road must run; If, Joseph-like, Thou’d cast me in a well, Or shut me up within a prison cell— Or make me e’en as poor as Mary’s Son— I will not go from Thee, But ever stand My soul and body bowed to Thy command.
“The wild path grew wilder each instant, And place was e’en grudged ’Mid the rock-chasms and piles of loose stones, Like the loose broken teeth Of some monster which climbed there to die From the ocean beneath— Place was grudged to the silver-grey fume-weed That clung to the path, And dark rosemary ever a-dying, That, spite the wind’s wrath, So loves the salt rock’s face to seaward, And lentisks as staunch To the stone where they root and bear berries, And ... what shows a branch Coral-coloured, transparent, with circlets Of pale sea-green leaves.”
The Eternal Punishment Of The Wicked Reconciled With The Goodness Of God. And thus, Transfigured, with a meek and dreadless awe, A solemn hush of spirit, he beholds All things of terrible seeming: yea, unmoved Views e’en the immitigable ministers, That shower down vengeance on these latter days.
‘Faith, you may say that, Shorsha dear!—it is seldom much to do that I have.’ ‘And what are you doing with your hands?’ ‘Faith, then, if I must tell you, I was e’en dealing with the cards.’ ‘Do you play much at cards?’ ‘Sorra a game, Shorsha, have I played with the cards since my uncle Phelim, the thief, stole away the ould pack, when he went to settle in the county Waterford!’
That wondrous patterne, wheresoe’er it be, Whether in earth laid up in secret store, Or else in heav’n, that no man may it see With sinful eyes, for feare it to deflore, Is perfect Beautie.—SPENSER. The Scheme Of Necessity Denies That Man Is Responsible For The Existence Of Sin. Ye, who live, Do so each cause refer to Heaven above, E’en as its motion, of necessity, Drew with it all that moves.
“Welcome even as to shipmen On the swelling, raging sea; When Poseidon flings the whirlwind, When a thousand blasts roam free, Then at last the land appeareth;— E’en so welcome in her sight Was her lord, her arms long clasped him, And her eyes shone pure and bright.” After a long time Glaucon commanded, “Bring me our child,” and Cleopis gladly obeyed.