France to Scandinavia: France, Belgium, Holland, Denmark, Norway and Sweden

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Doubleday, Page, 1923 - Europe - 273 pages

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Page 47 - I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air — I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And close my eyes and quench my breath — It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death...
Page 48 - twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep, Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath, Where hushed awakenings are dear . . . But I've a rendezvous with Death...
Page 82 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Page 49 - Lord, Thou didst suffer more for me Than all the hosts of land and sea. So let me render back again This millionth of Thy gift. Amen.
Page 120 - Daisy, Daisy, Give me your answer, do! I'm half crazy, All for the love of you ! It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage, But you'll look sweet Upon the seat Of a bicycle built for two!
Page 111 - Tis the voice of the sluggard ; I heard him complain, " You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again." As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed, Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head. "A little more sleep, and a little more slumber...
Page 79 - What are little boys made of, made of? What are little boys made of? Frogs and snails And puppy-dogs' tails, That's what little boys are made of. What are little girls made of, made of?
Page 86 - We all remember the old nursery rhyme about the old woman who lived in a shoe, who had so many children she didn't know what to do.
Page 48 - Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain.

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