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Forrest Morgan, Caroline Ticknor
International bibliophile society, 1904 - Biography

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Page 29 - And said, My God forbid it me, that I should do this thing: shall I drink the blood of these men that have put their lives in jeopardy? for with the jeopardy of their lives they brought it.
Page 305 - A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself...
Page 133 - And with fond faltering fingers stroked his cheeks, Trying to call him back to life; and life Came back to Rustum, and he...
Page 137 - Then, at the point of death, Sohrab replied :— " A life of blood indeed, thou dreadful man ! But thou shalt yet have peace ; only not now, Not yet ! but thou shalt have it on that day...
Page 135 - Oh, that its waves were flowing over me! Oh, that I saw its grains of yellow silt Roll tumbling in the current o'er my head!" But, with a grave mild voice, Sohrab replied: — "Desire not that, my father! thou must live: For some are born to do great deeds, and live, As some are born to be obscur'd, and die.
Page 148 - Fitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie; Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His life-blood stains the spotless shield: Edmund is down; my life is reft; The Admiral alone is left, Let Stanley charge with spur of fire—- With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England's lost. Must I bid twice? hence, varlets! fly! Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
Page 28 - For he that will love life, and see good days, let him refrain his tongue from evil, and his lips that they speak no guile : let him eschew evil, and do good; let him seek peace, and ensue it.
Page 133 - And he desired to draw forth the steel, And let the blood flow free, and so to die — But first he would convince his stubborn foe ; And, rising sternly on one arm, he said : — ' Man, who art thou who dost deny my words ? Truth sits upon the lips of dying men, And falsehood, while I lived, was far from mine.
Page 127 - I am no girl, to be made pale by words. Yet this thou hast said well, did Rustum stand Here on this field, there were no fighting then. But Rustum is far hence, and we stand here. Begin! thou art more vast, more dread than I, And thou art proved, I know, and I am young — But yet success sways with the breath of Heaven.
Page 305 - Myself not least, but honored of them all,— And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.

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