 IF I have faltered more or less In my great task of happiness; If I have moved among my race And shown no glorious morning face; If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and summer rain Knocked on my sullen...  The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Pàgina 38per Robert Louis Stevenson - 1906Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Pennsylvania Yearly Meeting of Progressive Friends (1853-1940) - 1891 - 900 pàgines
...me not ; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and Summer rain Knocked on my sullen heart in vain, Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take And stab my spirit broad awake. Or, if too obdurate, I, Choose thou, before that spirit die, The piercing pain, the killing sin And to... | |
 | 1914 - 1066 pàgines
...not; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and summer rain. Knocked on my sullen heart in vain; — Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take, And stab my spirit broad awake. Even Stevenson called his happiness a 'great task'; and it was no wonder For him, and for many, it... | |
 | 1900 - 514 pàgines
...moved me not , if morning skies Books and my food and summer rain Knocked on iny sullen heart in vain ; Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take And stab my spirit...pain, a killing sin, And to my dead heart run them In 1 —Robert Louis Stevenson. Has rheumatism begun in your practice ? Remember Tongaline. Send to HK... | |
 | Henry Fitz Randolph - 1887 - 344 pàgines
...not ; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and summer rain Knocked on my sullen heart in vain : — Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take And stab my spirit...pain, a killing sin, And to my dead heart run them in ! 'NOT YET, MY SOUL, THESE FRIENDLY FIELDS DESERT: NOT yet, my soul, these friendly fields desert,... | |
 | 1888 - 612 pàgines
...not ; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and summer rain, Knocked on my sullen heart in vain : — Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take, And stab my...pain, a killing sin, And to my dead heart run them in ! The Scottish dialect poems, to be found in the latter half of the book, interest us less than the... | |
 | Samuel Waddington - 1888 - 380 pàgines
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 | 1891 - 930 pàgines
...hope was quenched, nothing but dreary despair was before him. CHAPTER VI. " Choose Thou, before this spirit die, A piercing pain, a killing sin, And to my dead heart run them in A sharp rattle of hail on her window awoke Jean next morning. The wind roared in the wide chimney,... | |
 | 1892 - 848 pàgines
...hope was quenched, nothing but dreary despair was before him. CHAPTER VI. " Choose Thou, before this spirit die, A piercing pain, a killing sin, And to my dead heart run them in." RL STEVENSON. A SHARP rattle of hail on her window awoke Jean next morning. The wind roared in the... | |
 | 1893 - 322 pàgines
...not ; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and summer rain Knocked on my sullen heart in vain ; — Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take And stab my spirit...pain, a killing sin, And to my dead heart run them in. THE WIND I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky ; And all around I heard... | |
 | 1922 - 496 pàgines
...me not; if morning skies, Books, and my food and summer rain Knocked on my sullen heart in vain — Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take, And stab my spirit broad awake. — RL Stevenson. LV Wyrick, of Athens, Tex., would like to hear from some of the boys who were in... | |
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