Margaret Wynne

Rand, McNally, 1898 - 255 ˹

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˹ 33 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud, Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbow'd.
˹ 34 - Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate : I am the captain of my soul.
˹ 42 - Cut by an onward-labouring vessel's prore, And never touches the ship-side again ; Even so we leave behind, As, charter'd by some unknown Powers, We stem across the sea of life by night, The joys which were not for our use design'd ;The friends to whom we had no natural right, The homes that were not destined to be ours.
˹ 28 - This feast was the end of the old year and the beginning of the new.
˹ 15 - ... with his back to the wall and his hands in his pockets, listening, and spitting all over the place.
˹ 145 - I may as well make a clean breast of it ! I have gone a bit farther than I said.
˹ 49 - He was sitting looking thoughtful, his elbows resting on the arms of the chair and the tips of his fingers pressed together so that his hands formed a pyramid in front of him. The posture annoyed me. All his posturing did. 'So,
˹ 176 - But there was nothing but the gentlest and tenderest sympathy in her face, as she stood before him, the color coming and going in her cheeks, her lips trembling as if she also found it hard to control herself. "Forgive me...
˹ 53 - If there is anything I can do " "There is nothing you can do," said his father, with cold finality, "and I wish to hear nothing more about it.
˹ 52 - Bayard was silent for a moment. "I think I ought to tell you, sir," he said, resolutely, at last, "that most of the cottages at Greenside are in a disgraceful state.