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... Benedict ! I You shall not talk so. - GI > c. . j Arnold. Next, your mother's heart 'L* Became the mother to my three grown + W' ,d boys,... ...$. Giving them such devotion and such love - As rarely flows from out a mother's hope To her own children. Mrs. Arnold. Benedict, your words Cut... ...cclimated, Had dropped all meanings for the name of King, Of Church, of mother country. Such appeals Were like a tinsel fringe of superstition, ... ...I Arnqld. Ay, but there is one, born in Canada, 1 My natural son, whose mother is no more; And yet my son, -and brother to the And ever at my co... ...atient against a master's drunkenness, Watching his face. [Enter seruant moth the coat of the American unifmm, and the swwd-knots.] Thou one unbro...

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...-18- either them or their disciples, and having no fear for any Protestant who knows the Mother's Catechism, I resolved that I would resist the impor... ...g out of the serpent’s egg of superstition and will speedily lay violent hands upon its mother; and confederate all nations against the Lord and his ... ... and I am sure, for as often as I have heard the judgment discoursed of, in this age of moth-eaten and undervalued creeds; and for as often as I dis... ...more, the spiritual man alone is, and his affections alone remain. Then our father and mother, and brother and sister, are they who have fulfilled t... ..., and which indeed formeth the ground and basis of an education. For I am sure that no mother who doth not keep in her mind the lineaments of the p... ...eth progress by policy and expediency, not by faith; it is the great staring error, the mother of the heretical hopes of the latter times, and may we... ...w a still lower deep than the lowest. Oh, but I perceive in m y dearly-beloved land and mother church, a more subtle form of this insufficient preac... ... hands, and his speech that needeth to be ashamed in their mouth. Oh my country! Oh my mother church! I am pained for thee. How surely thou art stee... ...nd thistles, those poisonous plants and noxious weeds, and that stout rebelliousness of mother earth, always hasting back to rank and unweeded un-pr...

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...m to the edge of madness. It seemed to him that society lied about it all: motherhood as the continuation of playing with dolls, manhood epitomized by... ...d hills, and blemished declivity of her face; "A Conversation on Surrogate Motherhood," as one painting was mentally entitled in which both women were... ...inception of death or body rot; but it also made him think of that day his mother bought him some goulashes for thirty baht and how proud he, that tin... ...se artists of human entrails, had always seemed to him to resemble his own mother and father in their late thirties. How could they not? Even for a ma... ... empath of whores had gained from society overall and not so much from his mother and wife who both relinquished money for the love of poor men, altho... ...certainly not one who blames me and not herself even though this surrogate mother arrangement hatched out of her egg and not mine" he told himself, bu... ... out of the burial demurely. - The name, Nawin, the name! The monk told my mother that it was an unlucky name and I needed to have it changed. - I lik... ...a Panyaporn to me. - Either you believe in the monks' intuition or not. My mother does so I have a new name to improve my life...to become more happy,... ...t is wrong? You are with me. How much luckier can you be? Do you give your mother the money you earn here? - Of course. She is happy to have it. She ...

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...SE OF DAVIDSON?S EYES...............................59 THE LORD OF THE DYNAMOS.................................................................69 THE MOTH....................................................................................................77 THE STORY OF THE LATE MR. ELVESHAM...........................................94 UNDER THE KNIFE .........................

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...MOS.................................................................69 THE MOTH.......................................................................... ...air service after evensong on Sundays. Young Cupids were wont to flit like moths round the paraffin flare of that centre of High Church hymn-singing. ... ...y afternoons, and have tea with him in the kitchen;” for my Euphemia has a motherly conception of her duty towards her maid-servants. And pres- ently ... ...ght not to wear rings. But my wife looked it up in Enquire Within and Mrs. Motherly’s Book of Household Management, and found no prohibition. So Jane ... ...e home dusty, ex- cited, and with her heart hot within her. The milliner’s mother, the milliner, and William had made a party to the Art Museum at Sou... ...e,” William being pulled away into the four-wheeler by his future wife and mother-in-law from the reluctant hands of our discarded Jane. There were th... ...ims. Here he would take the husband from the wife, here the child from its mother, here the statesman from his duty, and here the toiler from his trou... ...e whole structure of an ordinary orchid flower was contrived in order that moths might carry the pollen from plant to plant. Well, it seems that there... ... beggar! But sweet it was, as if it was new laid, not even smelly, and its mother dead these four hundred years, perhaps. Said a centipede had bit him...

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...Fall In The Dimness A High Ridge Eternal Revolution Un-met Mind As Shadow Again, Autumn ‘Myself When Young’ Shining Void Safari At Midnight Moth The Recital Now Mortality ‘The Rest Is Literature’ Slow News Exactness Of The Vague Index Of First Lines...

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...oke of him secretly as if he were a kind of Melchizedek, without father or mother of any kind; sometimes, with reference to his great historic and sta... ... cries aloud, and staggers and swaggers in his rank dens of shame; and the Mother, with streaming hair, kneels over her pallid dying infant, whose cra... ... and pendent flames (Flammen), that is, sparkling hair-drops: but of their mother’s head-gear who shall speak? Neither in love of grace is comfort for... ...): in the centre a slit is effected eighteen inches long; through this the mother-naked Trooper introduces his head and neck; and so rides shielded fr... ...s; and Dukes, Grandees, Bishops, Generals, Anointed Presence itself, every mother’s son of them, stand straddling there, not a shirt on them; and I kn... ...me again: all which to any one that has once fairly pictured out the grand mother-idea, Society in a state of Nakedness, will spontaneously suggest it... ...r, and emitted it to the light of day. Had Teufelsdrockh also a father and mother; did he, at one time, wear drivel-bibs, and live on spoon- meat? Did... ... her fretting, watched over him and hovered round him as only a true house-mother can: assiduously she cooked and sewed and scoured for him; so that n... ...and for a time suckled and pap-fed thee there, whom thou namest Father and Mother; these were, like mine, but thy nursing-father and nursing-mother: t...

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...erse of destiny. This world is the nurse of all we know, This world is the mother of all we feel, And the coming of death is a fearful blow ... ...nks till the brain is wild; Softest grave of a thousand fears, Where their mother, Care, like a drowsy child, Is laid asleep in flowers. ... ...hee, darkest crest Of that foul, knotted, many-headed worm Which rends our Mother’s bosom—Priestly Pest! Masked Resurrection of a buried Form! 2. 2. 2... .... 3. Come thou, beloved as thou art; Another sleepeth still Near thy sweet mother’s anxious heart, Which thou with joy shalt fill, ... ... _35 There, sit between us two, thou dearest— Me and thy mother—well we know The storm at which thou tremblest so, With all its dark... ...on shall dwell by the azure sea Of serene and golden Italy, Or Greece, the Mother of the free; _45 And I will teach ... ...235 Padua, thou within whose walls Those mute guests at festivals, Son and Mother, Death and Sin, Played at dice for Ezzelin, Till Death cried, “I win... ...ts rugged cave, And every bird lulled on its mossy bough, And every silver moth fresh from the grave Which is its cradle—ever from below ... ...inds to sleep—or weeping oft Fast showers of aereal water-drops Into their mother’s bosom, sweet and soft, Nature’s pure tears which have no bitternes...

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... The school began to brood, like air deadening on oven-heat. Winter is hen-mother to the idea of love in schools, if the idea has fairly entered. V ar... ...self: “I had a reason, too.” “One wonders!” “It would have impoverished my mother’s income to put aside a small allowance for me for years. She would ... ...erstandings!—not with his countess. You see, a resident aunt is translated mother-in-law by husbands; though I spare them pretty fre- quently; I go to... ...not alone; it is the unpardonable offence both to the Graces and the Great Mother for man to valse alone. She twirled on his arm, uninvited; accepted,... ...wears thick boots. Is this fellow for starting a mixed sexes school? Funny mothers!’ ‘I suppose—’ Aminta said, and checked the supposition. ‘The mothe... ...ad a subscription we are making to circulate for the support of their sick mother, who has fallen ill. We think her a good woman. Gentlemen and ladies... ...st, we think we shall make a good subscription. Names:— ‘Martha Mary Coop, mother. ‘Robert Coop. ‘Jane Coop, the girl, aged six. ‘If we are not taking... ... dear boys tied her to her girlhood, and netted her fleeting youth for the moth-box. She pressed to hear more and more of them, and of the school-laun... .... Altogether, Cuper’s boys were justified in promoting a subscription, the mother be- 120 Lord Ormont and His Aminta ing helpless. ‘Modest little wom...

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...lena, rushing through the miles of morning sunshine. ‘God strike her dead! Mother of God, strike her down!’ she said aloud, in a low tone. She hated H... ...’ she said aloud, in a low tone. She hated Helena. Irene, who lay with her mother, woke up and began to question her. 17 D. H. Lawrence Chapter 3 Cha... ...ever I have or haven’t from now,’ he continued, ‘the darkness is a sort of mother, and the moon a sister, and the stars children, and sometimes the se... ... theatre; two boys, then a little girl, the father, another girl, then the mother. Last of all trotted the dog, warily, sus- picious of the descent. T... ...looking up at her some other consciousness inside him murmured; ‘Hawwa—Eve—Mother!’ She stood compassionate over him. Without touching him she seemed ... ...e over him. Without touching him she seemed to be yearning over him like a mother. Her compassion, her benignity, seemed so dif- ferent from his littl... ...e, immortal, not a fragile human being, but a personification of the great motherhood of women. ‘I am her child, too,’ he dreamed, as a child murmurs ... ...which he felt was—and here he chose the French word— ‘_l’agonie_’. But his mother had seen and had cried aloud, which suddenly caused him to struggle ... ...green salad. ‘Mrs Curtiss,’ she said, in rather reedy tone, ‘has been very motherly to me this morning; oh, very motherly!’ Siegmund, who was in a war...

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...s lifted in the astonishment of emotion, in a glory of abasement. Her eyes mothered the world. Stewart Snyder peered at her. He rammed his large red f... ...en earnestly repeating A-And, And- Aus, Aus-Bis, Bis-Cal, Cal-Cha. Carol’s mother died when she was nine. Her father re- tired from the judiciary when... ...ad; apparently they do not think. They wait. An early- wrinkled, young-old mother, moving as though her joints were dry, opens a suit-case in which ar... ... was ready for her new home. Kennicott had told her that, with his widowed mother as housekeeper, he had occupied an old house, “but nice and roomy, a... ... and roomy, and well-heated, best furnace I could find on the market.” His mother had left Carol her love, and gone back to Lac-qui-Meurt. It would be... ... I hate it!” she panted. “Why did I ever—” She remembered that Kennicott’s mother had brought these family relics from the old home in Lac-qui-Meurt. ... ...hairs with brass cuspidors between, a writing- desk with advertisements in mother-of-pearl letters upon the glass-covered back. The dining-room beyond... ...e for the present at the Doctor’s home on Poplar Street which his charming mother has been keeping for him who has now returned to her own home at Lac... ...to help it.” Kennicott had never thought of giving her an allow- ance. His mother had never had one! As a wage-earning spinster Carol had asserted to ...

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...ustice Harley: and the only thing remarkable about them was that they were moth- ers of sons of some distinction. Austin Wentworth’s story was of that... ...world’s harsh judgment: not for the fault—for its atonement. “—Married his mother’ s housemaid,” whispered Mrs. Doria, with a ghastly look, and a shud... ...ar angle? Ay, meditates the recumbent cynic, more or less mad is not every mother’s son? Favourable circumstances—good air, good company, two or three... ...o the reward God alone can give to that supreme virtue. Dame Bakewell, the mother of T om, on hearing of her son’s arrest, had run to comfort him and ... ...nature a tongue. Through the desolation flying overhead—the wailing of the Mother of Plenty across the bare-swept land—he caught intelligible signs of... ...cate him if I like for my servant and I will. And I will give money to his mother and make her rich and he shall never repent he knew me. I say Rip. T... ...k how distracting to this boy would be the sight of such relations between mother and father. A few years, and as man he should know, and judge, and l... ...im. She too was growing, but nobody cared how she grew. Outwardly even her mother seemed absorbed in the sprouting of the green off-shoot of the Fever... ... 83 George Meredith ingly endured by that greatest of voluntary martyrs—a mother with a daughter to marry. Mrs. Doria, an amiable widow, had surely m...

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... which have made most of us so satisfactorily what we are. “Porphyry,” his mother had discov- ered before he was seventeen, “is an excellent boy, a br... ...er- tainly a social emotion, that drives it back to the other cubs, to its mother and the dark hiding of the lair. The fear of a fully grown tiger sen... ...aster overtook him in the shape of a divorce. His wife, William Porphyry’s mother, made the acquaintance of a rich young man named Nolan, who was recu... ... his father’s hands, but by a generous concession it was arranged that his mother should have him to see her for an hour or so five times a year. The ... ...n—God knows.” He did his very best to make it a wrench. 2 2 2 2 2 Benham’s mother, whom he saw quarterly and also on the first of May, because it was ... ...king of these discreet and well-governed West End streets as a part of his mother’s atmosphere. The house had a dignified portico, and always before h... ...ng, radiat- ing a joyfulness as cool and clear as a dewy morning, came his mother. “Well, little man, my son,” she would cry in her happy singing voic... ... It filled young Benham with inexpressible indignations that his sweet own mother, so gay, so brightly cheerful that even her tears were stars, was ne... ...urally not very happy lady had nursed, protected, mended for and generally mothered him. 4 4 4 4 4 As Benham grew to look manly and bear himself with ...

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... I think they should not wear our rusty gowns, But move as rich as Emperor-moths, or Ralph Who shines so in the corner; yet I fear, If there were many... ...ce, and that one Should come to fight with shadows and to fall. For so, my mother said, the story ran. And, truly, waking dreams were, more or less, A... ...ised his gilt-head cane, And pawed his beard, and muttered ‘catalepsy’. My mother pitying made a thousand prayers; My mother was as mild as any saint,... ...ilth and grange, And vines, and blowing bosks of wilderness, We gained the mother city thick with towers, And in the imperial palace found the king. H... ...o each, And zoned with gold; and now when these were on, And we as rich as moths from dusk cocoons, She, curtseying her obeisance, let us know The Pri... ...che, and what are you now?’ ‘Y ou are that Psyche,’ Cyril said again, ‘The mother of the sweetest little maid, That ever crowed for kisses.’ ... ...‘Out upon it!’ She answered, ‘peace! and why should I not play The Spartan Mother with emotion, be The Lucius Junius Brutus of my kind? Him you call g... ...er! it was duty spoke, not I. My needful seeming harshness, pardon it. Our mother, is she well?’ With that she kissed His for... ...blonde, and in a college gown, That clad her like an April daffodilly (Her mother’s colour) with her lips apart, And all her thoughts as fair within h...

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.... 322 Quince. Robin Starueling, you must play Thisbies 323 mother? 324 Tom Snowt, the Tinker. 325 Snowt. Heere Peter Qu... ...hat were enough to hang us all. 340 All. That would hang vs euery mothers sonne. 341 Bottome. I graunt you friends, if that you shou... ...e, - 11 - A Midsommer Nights Dreame Shakespeare: First Folio 499 His mother was a Votresse of my Order, 500 And in the spiced Indian aire,... ... Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit 884 downe euery mothers sonne, and rehearse your parts. 885 Piramus, you begin; when y... ...hou shalt like an airie spirit go. 979 Enter Pease- blossome, Cobweb, Moth, Mustard-seede, 980 and foure Fairies. 981 Fai. Ready; a... ...1004 Bot. I pray you commend me to mistresse Squash, 1005 your mother, and to master Peascod your father. Good - 22 - A Midsommer Nights... ...r 2111 such a Piramus: I hope she will be breefe. 2112 Dem. A Moth wil turne the ballance, which Piramus 2113 which Thisby is the b...

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...tor)(Third Conspirator) A Citizen of Antium. Two Volscian Guards. VOLUMNIA: mother to Coriolanus. VIRGILIA: wife to Coriolanus. VALERIA: friend to ... ...ed men can be content to say it was for his country, he did it to please his mother and to be partly proud; which he is, even till the altitude of his... ...h comeliness plucked all gaze his way, when for a day of kings’ entreaties a mother should not sell him an hour from her beholding, I, consider ing h... ...y say, all the yarn she spun in Ulysses’ absence did but fill Ithaca full of moths. Come; I would your cambric Act I, scene iii 16 were sensible as y... ...rison: Hadst thou beheld— MARCIUS: Pray now, no more: my mother, Who has a charter to extol her blood, When she does praise me gri... ...end my heart: Pray now, no more. COMINIUS: Look, sir, your mother! CORIOLANUS: O, You have, ... ...t to see me triumph? Ay, my dear, Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear, And mothers that lack sons. MENENIUS: Now, the god... ...ome will cast upon thee. CORIOLANUS: Know, good mother, I had rather be their servant in my way, Than sway with them in t... ...ill Be thus to them. A Patrician: You do the nobler. CORIOLANUS: I muse my mother Does not approve me further, who was wont To call them woollen vas...

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... table, and a few were languishing in timid wonder on the bosoms of pretty mothers, aunts, and nurses—made a lively realisation of the fancies of chil... ...r; for he used sud- denly, in a highly magnified state, to fly out of Mam- moth Snuff-boxes in dreams, when least expected. Nor is the frog with cobbl... ...Robin Hood, not Valentine, not the Yellow Dwarf (I have passed him and all Mother Bunch’s wonders, without mention), but an Eastern King with a glit- ... ...and, Philip Quarll among the monkeys, Sandford and Merton with Mr. Barlow, Mother Bunch, and the Mask—or it may be the result of indigestion, assisted... ...r relationship was ef- fected, perfectly doted on us, and when fathers and mothers overwhelmed us with unlimited incomes? Was that Christmas dinner ne... ...a poor misshapen boy on earth, of a glorious beauty now, of whom his dying mother said it grieved her much to leave him here, alone, for so many years... ... see him from a distance without his see- ing me, and walk back again. His mother comes of a highly genteel family, and rather disapproves, I am aware... ..., with a curling head, and an open shirt-frill wav- ing down his bosom (my mother had it taken for me, but I can’t believe that it was ever like), whi... ...autiful, and very winning in all respects. I rather mistrusted her widowed mother, who I feared was of a plotting and mercenary turn of mind; but, I t...

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...And why were they dreary?” “Because they were health-resorts—where my poor mother was dying.” “Your poor mother?”—she was all sweet wonder. “We went f... ...?—like mine! Only that’s years since. Some day you must tell me about your mother,” she added. He could at first, on this, only gaze at her. “What rig... ...e practical question. She was on the footing of an independent personage—a moth- erless girl who had passed out of her teens and had a position and re...

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... land. (Alas! they died, no doubt through contact with civilisation—one my mother trod on—and their land became a wilderness again and was ravaged for... ...strokes of house-flannel. That was the worst of my giant visitants, but my mother too, dear lady, was something of a terror to this microcosm. She wor... ...rmy sausage by means of a portion of the inside of an old alarum clock. My mother did not understand my games, but my father did. He wore bright-colou... .... He wore bright-coloured socks and carpet slippers when he was indoors—my mother disliked boots in the house— and he would sit down on my little chai... ...ent, and “visiting” various schools; and our resources were eked out by my mother’s income of nearly a hundred pounds a year, and by his inheritance o... ... of the repairing himself and, smoking a bull-dog pipe the while, which my mother would not allow him to do in the house, he cultivated veg- etables i... ... parents’ middle years; they married when my father was thirty-five and my mother past forty, and I saw only the last decadent phase of his edu- catio... ...all over me and the Agricultural Chemistry Class at six! Bah! AAAAAAH!” My mother would never learn not to attempt to break him of swearing on such oc... ...erhung part I never penetrated at all, but followed the field path with my mother and met the stream again, where beyond there were flat meadows, Rope...

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... Wormeley Dedication To Madame la Baronne James Rothschild. PART I HOW THE MOTHER LIVED CHAPTER I A BEDROOM OF THE SIXTEENTH CENTURY ON A WINTER’S NIG... ...Verneuil, thinking that the count was joking. “I should wring the necks of mother and child!” An answer so peremptory closed the discussion, impru- de... ... seemed like a sigh, “Poor babe!” She said no more; there are ideas that a mother cannot bear. Incapable of reasoning at this moment, the countess was... ...that the child unborn is on some neutral ground, where the emotions of its mother do not penetrate during those hours when soul clasps body and commun... ...abe!” were they dictated by a vision of the future? The shuddering of this mother was violent; her look piercing. The bloody answer given by the count... ...confusedly the vast town and the vast house blackened by age, to which her mother took her when she was seven years old. Her lively memory showed her ... ...ievous scissors. She cast but one glance at the confessor of her aunt, the mother-superior of a convent of Poor Clares, a rigid and fanatical old man,... ...ence, and ceased 12 The Hated Son to have any feeling but respect for her mother, whom up to that time she had made a sharer in all her frolics. When... ...t time she had made a sharer in all her frolics. When she saw that beloved mother turning her blue eyes towards her with an appearance of anger, a rel...