...es by Charles Dickens A Penn State Electronic Classics Series Publication Little Dorrit, Book Two: Riches by Charles Dickens is a publication of the ... ...in the document or for the file as an electronic transmission, in any way. Little Dorrit, Book Two: Riches by Charles Dickens, the Pennsylvania State ... ...y The Pennsylvania State University is an equal opportunity university. 3 Little Dorrit – Book Two Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens CONTENTS BOOK THE... ...uch.’ She had not withdrawn her hand, when the sleeper opened her eyes and started. ‘Pray don’t be alarmed. I am only one of the travellers from down-... ...ons. She had a little circular set of mental grooves or rails on which she started little trains of other people’s opinions, which never overtook one ... ...lady-mother, could not by any means unfix himself again, but stood stiffly staring at the whole composition with Miss Fanny in the Foreground. On his ... ...And the people of those other two places, now,’ pursued Bar, with a bright twinkle in his keen eye, as it slightly turned in the direction of his magn...

...CONTENTS BOOK THE SECOND: RICHES 1. Fellow Travellers 2. Mrs General 3. On the Road 4. A Letter from Little Dorrit 5. Something Wrong Somewhere 6. Something Right Somewhere 7. Mostly, Prunes and Prism 8. The Dowager Mrs Gowan is reminded that ?It Never Does? 9. Appearance and Disappearance 10. The Dreams of Mrs Flintwinch th...

...it by Charles Dickens A Penn State Electronic Classics Series Publication Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens is a publication of the Pennsylvania State... ...in the document or for the file as an electronic transmission, in any way. Little Dorrit Poverty by Charles Dickens, the Pennsylvania State University... ...y The Pennsylvania State University is an equal opportunity university. 3 Little Dorrit Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens CONTENTS Preface to the 1857... ...time, before or since. Everything in Marseilles, and about Marseilles, had stared at the fervid sky, and been stared at in return, until a staring hab... ...n return, until a staring habit had become universal there. Strangers were stared out of coun- tenance by staring white houses, staring white walls, s... ...nance by staring white houses, staring white walls, staring white streets, staring tracts of arid road, staring hills from which verdure was burnt awa... ...And the people of those other two places, now,’ pursued Bar, with a bright twinkle in his keen eye, as it slightly turned in the direction of his magn...

...llow Travellers 3. Home 4. Mrs Flintwinch has a Dream 5. Family Affairs 6. The Father of the Marshalsea 7. The Child of the Marshalsea 8. The Lock 9. little Mother 10. Containing the whole Science of Government 11. Let Loose 12. Bleeding Heart Yard 13. Patriarchal 14. Little Dorrit?s Party 15. Mrs Flintwinch has another Dream 16. Nobody?s Weakness 17. Nobody?s Rival 18. Li...

...oom in the great arm-chair by the bedside, and Son lay tucked up warm in a little basket bedstead, care- fully disposed on a low settee immediately in... ...tching as they go—while the countenance of Son was crossed with a thousand little creases, which the same deceitful Time would take delight in smoothi... ...d phos- phorescently in the feeble rays of the distant fire. Son, with his little fists curled up and clenched, seemed, in his feeble way , to be squa... ...em promise of fair weather; winds blew for or against their enter- prises; stars and planets circled in their orbits, to preserve in- violate a system... ...stice. He was not a man of whom it could properly be said that he was ever startled, or shocked; but he certainly had a sense within him, that if his ... ...e in their senses would believe.’ ‘One mass of babies!’ repeated Mr Chick, staring with an alarmed expression about him. ‘It would have occurred to mo... ... youth,’ said Mr Dombey, quickly answering what he mistrusted was a shrewd twinkle of the frosty eye, ‘his youth is a more appropriate expression. Now...

...Excerpt: Dombey sat in the corner of the darkened room in the great arm-chair by the bedside, and Son lay tucked up warm in a little basket bedstead, carefully disposed on a low settee immediately in front of the fire and close to it, as if his constitution were analogous to that of a muffin, and it was essential to toast him brown while he was very...

.......................................................... 81 THE SONG OF THE LITTLE HUNTER ................................................................ ...e’s back and no one could escape. “When thou hast lived as long as I have, Little Brother, thou wilt see how all the Jungle obeys at least one Law. An... ...is life eating and sleeping does not worry about anything till it actually stares him in the face. But, one year, Baloo’s words came true, and Mowgli ... ...see. Is there any more diving into the deep rock-pool below the Bee-Rocks, Little Brother?” “No. The foolish water is going all away, and I do not wis... ... now all that life-and-death fun was ended, and the Jungle People came up, starved and weary, to the shrunken river,—tiger, bear, deer, buffalo, and p... ...ading into the water and looking across at the lines of clicking horns and starting eyes where the deer and the pig pushed each other to and fro. “Goo... ...e. If they had been alone he would not have cared, but the Adjutant”s eyes twinkled with mirth at the ugly jest. “Assuredly, Father, I might have know... ...g made?” Bagheera half opened his eyes—he was very sleepy—with a malicious twinkle. “It was made by men to thrust into the head of the sons of Hathi, ... ...I will finish the running.” The marsh ended in a broad plain where a light twinkled. It was a long time since Mowgli had concerned himself with the do...

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...oom in the great arm-chair by the bedside, and Son lay tucked up warm in a little basket bedstead, care- fully disposed on a low settee immediately in... ...tching as they go—while the countenance of Son was crossed with a thousand little creases, which the same deceitful Time would take delight in smoothi... ...d phos- phorescently in the feeble rays of the distant fire. Son, with his little fists curled up and clenched, seemed, in his feeble way , to be squa... ...em promise of fair weather; winds blew for or against their enter- prises; stars and planets circled in their orbits, to preserve in- violate a system... ...stice. He was not a man of whom it could properly be said that he was ever startled, or shocked; but he certainly had a sense within him, that if his ... ...e in their senses would believe.’ ‘One mass of babies!’ repeated Mr Chick, staring with an alarmed expression about him. ‘It would have occurred to mo... ... youth,’ said Mr Dombey, quickly answering what he mistrusted was a shrewd twinkle of the frosty eye, ‘his youth is a more appropriate expression. Now...

...Excerpt: Dombey sat in the corner of the darkened room in the great arm-chair by the bedside, and Son lay tucked up warm in a little basket bedstead, carefully disposed on a low settee immediately in front of the fire and close to it, as if his constitution were analogous to that of a muffin, and it was essential to toast him brown while he was very...

...rything else seemed to have retired into a remote distance where there was little or no separation between the various stages of my life which had bee... ...er distressed my mind exceedingly. At once a child, an elder girl, and the little woman I had been so happy as, I was not only oppressed by cares and ... ...ome where in great black space, there was a flaming necklace, or ring, or starry circle of some kind, of which I was one of the beads! And when my on... ...y understood. I was in this state when I first shrunk from the light as it twinkled on me once more, and knew with a boundless joy for which no words ... ...ed or died. Charley had been true to me in that time of need, and with her little hand and her great heart had kept the door fast. But now, my sight s... ...was so strange to me that I think I should have put my hands before it and started back but for the encouragement I have mentioned. Very soon it becam... ...e glass when Charley came in on tiptoe. “Dear, dear, miss!” cried Charley, starting. “Is that you?” “Yes, Charley,” said I, quietly putting up my hair... ...fler. “You know life, you know, sir,” says Mr. Bucket with a complimentary twinkle of his eye and crook of his finger, “and you can confirm what I’ve ... ...their ground there, with their source of life half frozen and half thawed, twinkle gaspingly like fiery fish out of wa ter—as they are. The world, wh...

...nd inaction of a sick-room. Before I had been confined to it many days, everything else seemed to have retired into a remote distance where there was little or no separation between the various stages of my life which had been really divided by years. In falling ill, I seemed to have crossed a dark lake and to have left all my experiences, mingled together by the great dis...

...nt came— ‘O thought unworthy of my race!’ —The Lord of the Isles. AS LITTLE RECKED Fitzjocelyn of the murmurs which he had provoked, as he guess... ...om thence. When he came to take up his credentials, he found James and his little black leathern bag, determined to come at least to Ebbscreek with hi... ...ing in his demi-boat, and gave his former lodgers a hearty welcome, but he twinkled knowingly with his eye, and so significantly volunteered to inform... ...old, and that Lady Conway’s kindness never varies; and she told me she had little fear but that her dear mamma would be prevailed on to give sanction ... ...n nature must needs paint a lover, and it was all to melt her heart. I was starting off to fetch you, when I found she was in great ter- ror. She had ... ... her, I’ll be off. I’ll send her a note; we will cross to Bickleypool, and start by the mail-train this very night.’ Louis made no objection, and Jame... ... while he, remembering former passages, felt that his father might be less startling and more persuasive, but began to understand what James must have... ... air in a 224 Dynevor Terrace V olume II hush! and the very star seems to twinkle quietly!’ They stood still without speaking to enjoy that sense of ... ...m keenly, and noted every question or remark he made on the accounts; then twinkled his eyes with satisfac- tion as he hit more than one of the very b...

...Excerpt: As little recked Fitzjocelyn of the murmurs which he had provoked, as he guessed the true secret of his victory. In his eyes, it was the triumph of merit over prejudice, and Mrs. Frost espoused the same gratifying view, though a...

........................................................................ 88 A LITTLE PREP .................................................................. ...ng STALKY & CO. By Rudyard Kipling “Let us now praise famous men”— Men of little showing— For their work continueth, And their work continueth, Grea... ...xpeditious, wise and best— T o obey your orders. Some beneath the further stars Bear the greater burden. Set to serve the lands they rule, (Save he ... ...eir Today Bought for us T omorrow! Bless and praise we famous men Men of little showing! For their work continueth And their work continueth Broad a... ... their own virtue. “And even if it wasn’t,” said Stalky, flat on his back, staring into the blue. “Even suppose we were miles out of bounds, no one co... ...stumped up for this, Stalky?” It was within a month of term end, and blank starvation had reigned in the studies for weeks. “You,” said Stalky, serene... ... Head’s neck— “you’ve got something up your sleeve. Con- fess! I know that twinkle.” “Can’ t you see, you cuckoo?” a Submarine Miner interrupted. “Cra... ...aren’t they keen on it?” said McT urk, speaking for the first time, with a twinkle in his deep-set eyes. “Why aren’t you in it, though, Willy?” “Oh, I... ...rt either. D’you remember our ‘Evening with Shakespeare’?” The Head’s eyes twinkled. “Or the humor- ous gentleman with the magic lantern?” “ An’ who t...

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... Charles Dickens CHAPTER I Part The First O NCE UPON A TIME, it matters little when, and in stalwart England, it matters little where, a fierce b... ... suffering! Many a lonely moon was bright upon the battle ground, and many a star kept mournful watch upon it, and many a wind from every quarter of ... ...t were worn away. They lurked and lingered for a long time, but survived in little things; for, Nature, far above the evil passions of men, soon rec... ...t was the bed of his untimely death, gashed and ghastly soldiers would have stared in, hundreds deep, at household door and window; and would have r... ...nd would have been the garnered store of barns and granaries; and would have started up between the cradled infant and its nurse; and would have float... ...fight. Nowhere more altered, perhaps, about a hundred years ago, than in one little orchard attached to an old stone house with a honeysuckle porch; w... ... a cold, hard, dry, man, dressed in grey and white, like a flint; with small twinkles in his eyes, as if something struck sparks out of them. The thre... ... in people’s eyes, it sparkled in the jewels on the snowy necks of girls, it twinkled at their ears as if it whispered to them slyly, it flashed abou...

...Excerpt: Chapter 1. Part The First. Once upon a time, it matters little when, and in stalwart England, it matters little where, a fierce battle was fought. It was fought upon a long summer day when the waving grass was green. Many a wild flower formed by the Almighty Hand to be a perfumed ...

...as gradually fading away, though the sky to the westward still preserved a little pale golden light by the help of the descending crescent moon. ‘Go a... ...crescent moon. ‘Go away, horned moon,’ murmured the boy. ‘I want to see my stars come out before Hob comes to call me home, and the goats are getting ... ...l as bigger, and thou mightst let me 4 The Herd Boy and His Hermit see my star to-night! Ah! there is one high in the sunset, pale and fair, but not ... ...is one high in the sunset, pale and fair, but not mine! That’s the evening star —one of the wanderers. Is it the same as comes in the morning betimes,... ...when we do not have it at night? Like that it shines with steady light and twinkles not. I would that I knew! There! there’s mine, my own star, far up... ...ew, and he made his way from one to the other, calling out cheerily to the little figure that he began to discern in the fading light, and who answere... ... rustic shepherd boy; but noth- ing was said till he had waded through the little narrow stream, and set her down on a fairly firm clump of grass on t...

... only a gleam of purple light rested on the top of the eastern hills, but was gradually fading away, though the sky to the westward still preserved a little pale golden light by the help of the descending crescent moon....

... did. I ought to know, I hope! The kettle began it, full five minutes by the little waxy faced Dutch clock in the corner, before the Cricket uttered ... ...ered a chirp. As if the clock hadn’t finished striking, and the convul sive little Haymaker at the top of it, jerking away right and left with a scy... ...duce me!’ But Mrs. Peerybingle, with restored good humour, dusted her chubby little hands against each other, and sat down before the kettle, laughing... ...te sub sided, that this terrified Haymaker became himself again. Nor was he startled without reason; for these rattling, bony skeletons of clocks are... ...Its shrill, sharp, piercing voice resounded through the house, and seemed to twinkle in the outer darkness like a star. There was an indescribable lit... ...ounded through the house, and seemed to twinkle in the outer darkness like a star. There was an indescribable little trill and tremble in it, at its l... ... ‘I thought his eyes was gener ally shut. Halloa!’ ‘Goodness, John, how you startle one!’ ‘It an’t right for him to turn ‘em up in that way!’ said th... ... adding, ‘dote upon you. ’ But, happening to meet the half closed eye, as it twinkled upon him over the turned up collar of the cape, which was within...

... time that she couldn?t say which of them began it; but, I say the kettle did. I ought to know, I hope! The kettle began it, full five minutes by the little waxy faced Dutch clock in the corner, before the Cricket uttered a chirp....

...Benjamin Sewis, an old half-caste butler; various domestic servants; and a little boy, christened Harry Lepel Richmond, the squire’s grandson. Riversl... ...on’t sleep so thick but I can hear, you dog! Fellow comes here, gives me a start, tells me to be cool; what the deuce! nobody hurt, then? all right!’ ... ...ove my wife, Mr. Beltham. Yes; hear me out, sir. I can point to my unhappy star, and say, blame that more than me. That star of my birth and most disa... ... soon be over, and he would soon be lying again snug and happy in his dear little bed. She handed him to Sewis on the stairs, keeping his fin- gers fo... ...nd was of enormous size, like the giants of fairy books: for as he stood a little out of the doorway there was a peep of night sky and trees behind hi... ...mewhere; and here and there a light-blue space of sky showed small rayless stars; the breeze smelt fresh of roots and heath. It was more a May-night t... ...elf a prince again. The money was like a golden gate through which freedom twinkled a finger. Forthwith I paid my debts, amounting to two pounds 58 T... ...better than this cant- ing rascal. The sea was around us, a distant yellow twinkle telling of land. ‘His wife a barren woman! what’s that to us!’ T em... ...lia has done that.’ ‘Baroness, can I believe you?—and alone?’ A marvellous twinkle of shuffle appeared in the small slate- coloured eyes I looked at u...

...hold were, his daughter Dorothy Beltham; a married daughter Mrs. Richmond; Benjamin Sewis, an old half-caste butler; various domestic servants; and a little boy, christened Harry Lepel Richmond....

...roofs of the village, and on the pastures and larchwoods surrounding it. A little wind moved among the round white clouds on the shoul- ders of the hi... ...e the church and skirts the black hemlock wall enclosing the cemetery. The little June wind, frisking down the street, shook the doleful fringes of th... ... as the young and care- less laugh at such mishaps. Her heart contracted a little, and the shrinking that some- times came over her when she saw peopl... ... an architect, you see, and I’m hunting up old houses in these parts.” She stared. “Old houses? Everything’s old in North Dor- mer, isn’t it? The folk... ...rence with Mr. Royall, who, in pursuance of her plan, departed one day for Starkfield to visit the institution she recommended. He came back the next ... ...t time she had had some experience. When she asked him how soon she was to start he answered shortly, “Y ou ain’t going,” and shut himself up in the r... ...’ll make all the other girls mad,” he said, looking at her with a sheepish twinkle in his deep-set eyes; and she immediately guessed that the unwonted... ... with her quick flight through the night, and her eyes were dazzled by the twinkle of the kitchen lamp. She felt like a night-bird suddenly caught and...

...noon. The springlike transparent sky shed a rain of silver sunshine on the roofs of the village, and on the pastures and larchwoods surrounding it. A little wind moved among the round white clouds on the shoulders of the hills, driving their shadows across the fields and down the grassy road that takes the name of street when it passes through North Dormer....

...es Glasses by Henry James CHAPTER I Y es indeed, I say to myself, pen in hand, I can keep hold of the thread and let it lead me back to the first impr... ... and cooled my eyes with the purple sea. The place was full of lodgings, and the lodgings were at that season full of people, people who had nothing t... ..., and the lodgings were at that season full of people, people who had nothing to do but to stare at one another on the great flat down. There were tho... ...ne another on the great flat down. There were thou- sands of little chairs and almost as many little Jews; and there was music in an open rotunda, ove... ...begun to know her. I couldn’t have said what I felt about her except that she was undefended; from the first of my sitting with her there after dinner... ...ed and sustained. I remember taking him at first for a foreigner and for some- thing of a pretender: I scarce know why unless because of the motive I ... ...pted by a luxuriant foreground. Before I had gained her house I met her, as I supposed, coming toward me across the down, greeting me from afar with t...

...Excerpt: Yes indeed, I say to myself, pen in hand, I can keep hold of the thread and let it lead me back to the first impression. The little story is all there, I can touch it from point to point; for the thread, as I call it, is a row of colored beads on a string. None of the beads are missing--at least I think they?re not: that?s exactly what I shall amus...

...oftest spot, and, with his head thrown back and his legs outstretched, was staring at Murillo’s beautiful moon-borne Madonna in profound enjoyment of ... ...oyment of his posture. He had removed his hat, and flung down beside him a little red guide-book and an opera-glass. The day was warm; he was heated w... ...t for the health, and he was quite capable of believing it; but he knew as little about tobacco as about homeopathy. He had a very well-formed head, w... ...ies, which in- vite the imagination to bestir itself on his behalf. As the little copyist proceeded with her work, she sent every now and then a respo... ...m to illu- minate his meaning, “Combien?” he abruptly demanded. The artist stared a moment, gave a little pout, shrugged her shoulders, put down her p... ...shed you’ll carry it to him in a cab.” “In a cab!” cried M. Nioche; and he stared, in a bewil- dered way, as if he had seen the sun rising at midnight... ...frame, of an elaborate pattern, was at least a foot wide. It glittered and twinkled in the morning light, and looked, to Newman’s eyes, wonderfully sp... ... of Madame de Bellegarde and her son, and they ex- changed a glance like a twinkle of steel. Urbain uttered two words which Newman but half heard, but... ...d of course found a deeper dusk than without. A couple of tapers, however, twinkled on the altar and just enabled him to perceive a figure seated by o...

...ne arts, but the gentleman in question had taken serene possession of its softest spot, and, with his head thrown back and his legs outstretched, was staring at Murillo?s beautiful moon-borne Madonna in profound enjoyment of his posture. He had removed his hat, and flung down beside him a little red guide-book and an opera-glass....

...s case and a general fling at the sex we may deem pardonable, for doing as little harm to wom- ankind as the stone of an urchin cast upon the bosom of... ...rocket- headed horde, ever at the heels of fair faces for ignition, and up starring away at a hint of tearfulness; excepting further by chance a solid... ...d marchio- ness adds, that it was no wonder she was late, ‘for just before starting from home she had broken loose from her husband for good, and she ... ...if her story had not to be told. But these are not reporting columns; very little of it shall trouble them. The position is faced, and that is all. Th... ...ur Poet, between whom and us yawn Time’s most hollow jaws. Surely we owe a little to Time, to cheer his progress; a little to posterity, and to our co... ... up at Mr. Redworth, whose brows bore the knot of perplexity over a strong stare. He, too, stamped the words on his memory, to see subsequently whethe... ... shepherd might go; he would not carry his flock with him. But was there a twinkle of probabil- ity in the story? … that article! Dacier was unable to... ... she vas not like the idol women of imperishable type, who are never for a twinkle the prey of the blood: statues created by man’s common desire to im...

... not disposed to personal irony when speaking of her. It is otherwise in his case and a general fling at the sex we may deem pardonable, for doing as little harm to womankind as the stone of an urchin cast upon the bosom?...

...highly, or whether it is now and then the reader whose eye for colour is a little dull? On this head of exaggeration I have a positive experience, mor... ...t only in historical prose but in imaginative poetry, by the exercise of a little ingenious labour on the part of a commentator. It has been said that... ...hrough the mist which had obscured it all day, looked brightly down upon a little Wiltshire village, within an easy journey of the fair old town of Sa... ... imaginary general il- lumination of very bright short-sixes, lay placidly staring at his own street door. And it would seem to have been more suggest... ...d!’ returned the other. ‘Why didn’t you observe that the tears were almost starting out of his eyes!’ cried Pinch. ‘Bless my soul, John, is it nothing... ...d sleep; they were plainly apoplectic and disposed to snore. There were no staring portraits to remonstrate with you for being lazy; no round-eyed bir... ...lily hand, and gave the same, with mantling cheeks, to Martin! How did you twinkle, as if fluttering with sympathy, when Mercy, reminded of the bonnet... ...to meeting, Mrs Brick?’ asked Martin’s friend, with something of a roguish twinkle in his eye. ‘To lecture, sir.’ ‘I beg your pardon. I forgot. You do... ..., peering brightly from behind the crisp lemon-peel, looked up at him, and twinkled like a star. Deep in the City, and within the ward of Cheap, stood...

...n some writers and some readers; whether it is always the writer who colors highly, or whether it is now and then the reader whose eye for color is a little dull?...

...ullion is a much rarer commodity than paper, whereof I beg you to accept a little in the shape of this small volume. It contains a few notes of a voya... ...December 24, 1845. PREFACE ON THE 20TH OF AUGUST, 1844, the writer of this little book went to dine at the—Club, quite unconscious of the wonderful ev... ...see a noble full moon sinking westward, and millions of the most brilliant stars shining overhead. The night was so serenely pure, that you saw them i... ...n to enjoy. They are coming away from London parties at this time:the dear little eyes are closed in sleep under mother’s wing. How far off city cares... ...stance the heart broods over them, bright and wakeful like yonder peaceful stars over- head. THE DAY WA S AS FINE and calm as the night; at seven bell... ...o be so tremendous, that he may order it to stop, to move, to go larboard, starboard, or what you will; and the captain dare only disobey him suo peri... ...at jolly old Mussulman happy with a quart of the raisin wine; and his eyes twinkled with every fresh glass, and he wiped his old beard delighted, and ... ...ful with herbs and various foliage, in the midst of which the white houses twinkle. I can see a little mina- ret, and some spreading palm-trees; but, ... ... sitting in easy devotion. Pictures, images, gilding, tinsel, wax candles, twinkle all over the place; and ten thousand ostrichs’ eggs (or any lesser ...

... teapots, tankards, trays, &c. of precious metal. Among authors, however, bullion is a much rarer commodity than paper, whereof I beg you to accept a little in the shape of this small volume. It contains a few notes of a voyage which your skill and kindness rendered doubly pleasant; and of which I don?t think there is any recollection more agreeable than that it was the oc...

...ain CHAPTER I Well, when I had been dead about thirty years I begun to get a little anxious. Mind you, had been whizzing through space all that time,... ...en less — when I flushed a most uncommonly big one about three points off my starboard bow. By his stern lights I judged he was bearing about northeas... ...ent of America. I forged along. By and by I had sailed along his coast for a little upwards of a hundred and fifty million miles, and then I could see... ...—! 1 or I’ll brain the last idiot of you!” Well, sir, I gained and gained, little by little, till at last I went skimming sweetly by the magnificent... ...e all that load overboard. When it fell it wiped out a considerable raft of stars just as clean as if they’d been candles and somebody blowed them o... ...iends in the Everlasting T ropics!” Then he hove up his other suspender and started for’ard, and inside of three quarters of an hour his craft was o... ...uails with me next day; and the first thing he did when he stepped in was to twinkle his eye in a sly way, and say, — “Well, Cap, what you done with ...

...Excerpt: Chapter 1. Well, when I had been dead about thirty years I begun to get a little anxious. Mind you, had been whizzing through space all that time, like a comet. Like a comet! Why, Peters, I laid over the lot of them! Of course there weren?t any of them going my way, as a steady thing, you know, bec...

...ls are ours, we know not how; 15 Our wills are ours, to make them thine. Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be: They ... ...g the firstling to the flock; And in the dusk of thee, the clock Beats out the little lives of men. O not for thee the glow, the bloom, Who changest not... ...eath, O sweet and bitter in a breath, What whispers from thy lying lip? ‘The stars,’ she whispers, ‘blindly run; 5 A web is wov’n across the sky; From... ...ep regret, O my forsaken heart, with thee And this poor flower of poesy Which little cared for fades not yet. 20 But since it pleased a vanish’d eye, I... ... And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green and gold; Calm and still light on you great plain That... ..., sacred bark; And balmy drops in summer dark 15 Slide from the bosom of the stars. So kind an office hath been done, Such precious relics brought by t... ...he past will always win A glory from its being far; And orb into the perfect star 15 We saw not, when we moved therein? 26 In Memoriam XXV. I KNOW th...

.... Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou: Our wills are ours, we know not how; Our wills are ours, to make them thine. Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be: They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they. We have but faith: we cannot know; For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we tr...