Works. [Seven Seas Ed.], Volumen 25

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Doubleday, Page, 1919

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Página 96 - THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES 1911 WHEN the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside. But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail. For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Página 13 - Terrible with strength renewed from a tireless soil; Strictest judge of her own worth, gentlest of man's mind, First to face the Truth and last to leave old Truths behind— France, beloved of every soul that loves or serves its kind!
Página 17 - Comfort, content, delight — The ages' slow-bought gain — They shrivelled in a night, Only ourselves remain To face the naked days In silent fortitude, Through perils and dismays Renewed and re-renewed. Though all we made depart, The old commandments stand: "In patience keep your heart, In strength lift up your hand.
Página 9 - Their webs shall not become garments, neither shall they cover themselves with their works: their works are works of iniquity, and the act of violence is in their hands.
Página 58 - It is their care in all the ages to take the buffet and cushion the shock. It is their care that the gear engages ; it is their care that the switches lock.
Página 47 - HAVE you news of my boy Jack ? " Not this tide. " When d'you think that he'll come back ? " Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. " Has any one else had word of him ? " Not this tide. For what is sunk will hardly swim, Not with this wind blowing and this tide. " Oh, dear, what comfort can I find...
Página 28 - Not at a little cost, Hardly by prayer or tears, Shall we recover the road we lost In the drugged and doubting years. But, after the fires and the wrath, But, after searching and pain, His Mercy opens us a path To live with ourselves again.
Página 54 - THERE are no leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders we sally. Each man reporting for duty alone, out of sight, out of reach, of his fellow. There are no bugles to call the battalions, and yet without...
Página 39 - Old Days! The wild geese are flighting, Head to the storm as they faced it before! For where there are Irish there's loving and fighting, And when we stop either, it's Ireland no more!
Página 71 - Hear, I pray you, this dream which I have dreamed : for behold, we were binding sheaves in the field, and lo, my sheaf arose, and also stood upright ; and behold, your sheaves stood round about, and made obeisance to my sheaf.

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