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The effect was marvellously beautiful, and Angus, full of his own joy, was more than ever conscious of the deep content of a spirit attuned to the infinite joy of nature. "It is like the Holy Grail," he said, and, with one arm round the woman he loved, he softly quoted the lines: "And down the long beam stole the Holy Grail, Rose-red, with beatings in it as if alive!"
"Match me such marvel, save in college port, That rose-red liquor, half as old as Short." The Rev. E.T. Turner, till recently Registrar of the University, has been known to say: "I was present when that egg was laid." It is satisfactory to know that the undergraduate who laid it William Basil Tickell Jones attained deserved eminence in after-life, and died Bishop of St. David's.
These were the words I was maundering with this noble voice of mine: "'The news I bring, fair Lady, Will make your tears run down Put off your rose-red dress so fine And doff your satin gown! Monsieur Malbrouck is dead, alas! And buried, too, for aye; I saw four officers who bore His mighty corse away. ............. We saw above the laurels, His soul fly forth amain.
And close by them lay a lamb upon the floor, and behind them upon a perch sat a white dove with its head hidden beneath its wings. One evening, as they were thus sitting comfortably together, some one knocked at the door as if he wished to be let in. The mother said, "Quick, Rose-red, open the door, it must be a traveller who is seeking shelter."
"Miss Hilton, I believe," said he, overtaking her, and bowing forward, so as to catch a sight of her rose-red face. "How is our little sailor going on? Well, I trust, from the symptoms the other day." "I believe, sir, he is quite well now. I am very sorry, but I have not been able to go and see him. I am so sorry I could not help it. But I have got one or two things through another person.
Upon the brink the men stripped themselves; then, wading into the torrent, hauled across mules, camel, and donkey one by one: we took our feet out of the stirrups, and managed to keep dry; the camel behaved admirably. It was an uneventful day, across a bleak and stony country. Towards evening we passed a ruined kasbah, rose-red in the sunset.
The setting sun shone on the golden roof of a colonnade, where white fires burnt in sacred sacrificial vessels; and the green island was spanned by a rainbow, the colour of which was rose-red and sedge-green. "What is it, mammy?" The mother could make no reply. "Is it the Kingdom of Heaven of which the dove sang? What is the Kingdom of Heaven, mammy?"
The colour comes again rose-red into her cheek as Hofer draws her closer to his side. "Yes," says she, "it is love that gives it. One has second sight when one thinks no longer of one's self but of another." It was Saturday afternoon, and our week's work was nearly over.
'And we tarried for a moon, and when the moon was waning, I wearied and wandered away through the streets of the city and came to the garden of its god. The priests in their yellow robes moved silently through the green trees, and on a pavement of black marble stood the rose-red house in which the god had his dwelling.
Then the distant islands of Colonsay, and Staffa, and Lunga, and Fladda lying on this shining green sea, appeared to be of a perfectly transparent bronze; while nearer at hand the long ranges of cliffs were becoming a pale rose-red under the darkening blue-gray sky.
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