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It glads me to see that thou art at last returned to the right way, and art ready to do what is just and fair, having learned by experience that inordinate greed is oft-times punished by defeat and disaster.
What vision glads my raptured eye! Equal in nature's blooming pride, I see the mother and the virgin bride. Oh, luckless hour! Alas! ill-fated maid! Where shall I fly From these rude warlike men? Lost and betrayed!
Warwick seemed glad of the interruption; he turned quickly "And how fares my child?" "Recovered from her strange swoon, and ready to smile at thy return. Oh, Warwick, thou art reconciled to the king?" "That glads thee, sister?" said the archbishop. "Surely. Is it not for my lord's honour?" "May he find it so!" said the prelate, and he left the room.
"Good night, my love, whilst darkness lowers Around our lone and silent bark, Morning smiles sweetly on thy bowers, And greeting, upwards flies the lark. "Thou art the sun that glads my way, Thine eye the beam of life to me, Thy smile can turn my night to day, As upwards speeds my soul to thee."
Then he recalled a previous Existence in which the Dripped Absinthe was a Breakfast and the Cigarette a Luncheon and Elphye was trotting in her Glads and he had a Swell Bet down on Tin Bucket Preferred. The whole Lay-Out seemed unreal and remote and entirely disconnected with Friend Nurse.
Here Nathan, with great gallantry, insisted on getting down on his stiff marrow-bones to put on Miss Clendenning's boots, while the young men and Oliver tied on the girls' hoods, amid "good- byes" and "so glads" that he could come home if only for a day, and that he had not forgotten them, Oliver's last words being whispered in Miss Clendenning's ear informing her that he would come over in the morning and see her about a matter of the greatest importance.
With flaky form in varying colours spread On the round pastry cake of household bread! Heaven sent us that kabob! But, oh! mine appetite, alas! for thee! Who on that furmeaty So sharpset west a little while ago That furmeaty, which mashed by hands of snow, A light reflection bore, Of the bright bracelets that those fair hands wore; Again remembrance glads my sense With visions of its excellence!
III. She loves the cool, the silent eve, Where no false shows of life deceive, Beneath the lunar ray. Here folly drops each vain disguise; Nor sport her gaily colour'd dyes, As in the beam of day. IV. O Pallas! queen of ev'ry art, That glads the sense, and mends the heart, Blest source of purer joys! In ev'ry form of beauty bright, That captivates the mental sight With pleasure and surprise;
Love-charms the warlocks seek through all the world: The 'lover's knot' they try, the magic wheel, Ribbons and, nails and roots and herbs and shoots, The two-tailed lizard that draws on to love, And eke the charm that glads the whinnying mare.
And, then, she had never forgot how could she? his exclamation, and almost embrace of her as of his own mother, when he burst out with his eyes full of blood, "Why, is this Christian's wife? What! and going on pilgrimage too? It glads my heart! Good man! How joyful will he be when he shall see her and her children enter after him in at the gates into the city!"
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