...If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not ; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and Summer rain Knocked on my sullen heart in vain, Lord, thy...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...

...If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and summer rain. Knocked on my sullen heart in vain; — Lord,...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...

...happy human eyes Have 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...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...

...If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not ; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and summer rain Knocked on my sullen heart in vain : — Lord,...pain, a killing sin, And to my dead heart run them in ! XXIII OUR LADY OF THE SNOWS OUT of the sun, out of the blast, Out of the world, alone I passed Across...

...If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not ; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and summer rain Knocked on my sullen heart in vain : — Lord,...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,...

...If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and summer rain Knocked on my sullen heart in vain — Lord,...pointed pleasure take, And stab my spirit broad awake AGAINST IT The present discussion about the medicinal value of beer reminds us of the old limerick:...

...If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not ; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and summer rain, Knocked on my sullen heart in vain : — Lord,...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 English,...

...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,...

...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...

...If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not ; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and summer rain Knocked on my sullen heart in vain ; — Lord,...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 you...