"Had worked their pleasure out of pain,And out of ruin golden gain."
"Had worked their pleasure out of pain,And out of ruin golden gain."
And as they talked in the splendid room, with its sweet odors and dim light, their voices grew lower, and they were content to whisper each other's names, and fall into sweet silences, thrilled with such soft stir, as angels in their cloud-girt wayfarings know, when they "feel the breath of kindred plumes." And thus,
"The tumult of the time disconsolate,To inarticulate murmurs died away."
"The tumult of the time disconsolate,To inarticulate murmurs died away."
Jan Vedder's WifeThe Bow of Orange RibbonRemember the AlamoFriend OliviaA Rose of a Hundred LeavesThe Lion's WhelpThe Black ShillingThe Belle of Bowling GreenCecilia's LoversThe Heart of Jessy LaurieThe Strawberry HandkerchiefThe Hands of CompulsionThe House on Cherry StreetETC.
Jan Vedder's Wife
The Bow of Orange Ribbon
Remember the Alamo
Friend Olivia
A Rose of a Hundred Leaves
The Lion's Whelp
The Black Shilling
The Belle of Bowling Green
Cecilia's Lovers
The Heart of Jessy Laurie
The Strawberry Handkerchief
The Hands of Compulsion
The House on Cherry Street
ETC.