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The Book Of Ether [mormon] - Ether 8:1 To Ether 8:26 (Book of Mormon) The Book Of Ether [mormon] - Ether 8:1 To Ether 8:26 (Book of Mormon)

The Book Of Ether [mormon] - Ether 8:1 To Ether 8:26 (Book of Mormon)
Chapter 8(Book of Ether | From Book of Mormon)(For all books in the Book of Mormon, go to Book of Mormon Main Page)Ether 8:1 And it came to pass that he begat Omer, and Omer reigned in his stead. And Omer begat Jared; and Jared begat sons and daughters. Ether 8:2 And Jared rebelled against his father, and came and dwelt in the land of Heth. And it came to pass that he did flatter many people, because of his cunning words, until he had gained the half of the kingdom. Ether 8:3 And when he had gained... Nonfictions - Post by : jennywaldron - Author : 2 - Read : 2785

A Day Of Fate - Book 1 - Chapter 10. A Bit Of Eden A Day Of Fate - Book 1 - Chapter 10. A Bit Of Eden

A Day Of Fate - Book 1 - Chapter 10. A Bit Of Eden
BOOK I CHAPTER X. A BIT OF EDEN"This is my first entrance into Eden," I said, as we passed through the rustic gate made of cedar branches and between posts green with American ivy. "Like another man, you won't stay here long." "Like Adam, I shall certainly go out when you do." "That will be before very long, since I have promised Mr. Yocomb some music." "Even though a Bohemian editor, as you may think, I am conscious of a profound gratitude to some beneficent power, for I never could have chosen... Long Stories - Post by : whiteeyes - Author : Edward Payson Roe - Read : 2564

The River's End - Chapter 16 The River's End - Chapter 16

The River's End - Chapter 16
CHAPTER XVIAn hour later, alone and heading for the inspector's office, Keith felt in battle trim. His head was fairly singing with the success of the morning. Since the opening of Conniston's chest many things had happened, and he was no longer facing a blank wall of mystery. His chief cause of exhilaration was Mary Josephine. She wanted to go away with him. She wanted to go with him anywhere, everywhere, as long as they were together. When she had learned that his term of enlistment was about to... Long Stories - Post by : best4you - Author : James Oliver Curwood - Read : 1094

The Princess And The Goblin - Chapter 8. The Goblins The Princess And The Goblin - Chapter 8. The Goblins

The Princess And The Goblin - Chapter 8. The Goblins
For some time Curdie worked away briskly, throwing all the ore he had disengaged on one side behind him, to be ready for carrying out in the morning. He heard a good deal of goblin-tapping, but it all sounded far away in the hill, and he paid it little heed. Towards midnight he began to feel rather hungry; so he dropped his pickaxe, got out a lump of bread which in the morning he had laid in a damp hole in the rock, sat down on a heap of ore, and ate his supper. Then he leaned back for five minutes'... Long Stories - Post by : team-schuman - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 1105

On The Death Of President Garfield On The Death Of President Garfield

On The Death Of President Garfield
I.FALLEN with autumn's falling leafEre yet his summer's noon was past,Our friend, our guide, our trusted chief,--What words can match a woe so vast!And whose the chartered claim to speakThe sacred grief where all have part,Where sorrow saddens every cheekAnd broods in every aching heart?Yet Nature prompts the burning phraseThat thrills the hushed and shrouded hall,The loud lament, the sorrowing praise,The silent tear that love lets fall.In loftiest verse, in lowliest rhyme,Shall strive unblamed the... Poems - Post by : ashwiz - Author : Oliver Wendell Holmes - Read : 1658

The Verdicts The Verdicts

The Verdicts
(JUTLAND) Not in the thick of the fight, Not in the press of the odds, Do the heroes come to their height, Or we know the demi-gods. That stands over till peace. We can only perceive Men returned from the seas, Very grateful for leave. They grant us sudden days Snatched from their business of war; But we are too close to appraise What manner of men they are. And, whether their names go down With age-kept victories, Or whether they battle and drown Unreckoned, is hid from our eyes. They are too near... Poems - Post by : Pete_Ticali - Author : Rudyard Kipling - Read : 2308

The Spring Call The Spring Call

The Spring Call
Down Wessex way, when spring's a-shine, The blackbird's "pret-ty de-urr!"In Wessex accents marked as mine Is heard afar and near.He flutes it strong, as if in song No R's of feebler toneThan his appear in "pretty dear," Have blackbirds ever known.Yet they pipe "prattie deerh!" I glean, Beneath a Scottish sky,And "pehty de-aw!" amid the treen Of Middlesex or nigh.While some folk say--perhaps in play - Who know the Irish isle,'Tis "purrity dare!" in treeland there When songsters would beguile.Well:... Poems - Post by : justintime - Author : Thomas Hardy - Read : 1983

Fragments Supposed To Be Parts Of Otho Fragments Supposed To Be Parts Of Otho

Fragments Supposed To Be Parts Of Otho
1.Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor toil,Nor custom, queen of many slaves, makes blind,Have ever grieved that man should be the spoilOf his own weakness, and with earnest mindFed hopes of its redemption; these recur Chastened by deathful victory now, and findFoundations in this foulest age, and stirMe whom they cheer to be their minister.2.Dark is the realm of grief: but human thingsThose may not know who cannot weep for them. ...3.Once more descendThe shadows... Poems - Post by : wjlucas - Author : Percy Bysshe Shelley - Read : 474

On Hearing The Princess Royal Sing On Hearing The Princess Royal Sing

On Hearing The Princess Royal Sing
On Hearing the Princess Royal(1) Sing("Dans ta haute demeure.")(Bk. III. ix., 1881.)In thine abode so high Where yet one scarce can breathe,Dear child, most tenderly A soft song thou dost wreathe.Thou singest, little girl-- Thy sire, the King is he:Around thee glories whirl, But all things sigh in thee.Thy thought may seek not wings Of speech; dear love's forbidden;Thy smiles, those heavenly things, Being faintly born, are chidden.Thou feel'st, poor little Bride, A hand unknown and chillClasp thine... Poems - Post by : alexander12 - Author : Victor Hugo - Read : 1888

The Second Best The Second Best

The Second Best
Moderate tasks and moderate leisure, Quiet living, strict-kept measure Both in suffering and in pleasure-- 'Tis for this thy nature yearns. But so many books thou readest, But so many schemes thou breedest, But so many wishes feedest, That thy poor head almost turns. And (the world's so madly jangled, Human things so fast entangled) Nature's wish must now be strangled For that best which she discerns. So it _must_ be! yet, while leading A strain'd life, while overfeeding, Like the rest, his wit with... Poems - Post by : e-spired - Author : Matthew Arnold - Read : 3229

The Wind And The Sea The Wind And The Sea

The Wind And The Sea
I stood by the shore at the death of day, As the sun sank flaming red; And the face of the waters that spread away Was as gray as the face of the dead. And I heard the cry of the wanton sea And the moan of the wailing wind; For love's sweet pain in his heart had he, But the gray old sea had sinned. The wind was young and the sea was old, But their cries went up together; The wind was warm and the sea was cold, For age makes wintry weather. So they cried aloud and they wept... Poems - Post by : REDBONE - Author : Paul Laurence Dunbar - Read : 1917

North And South - Chapter XXXVIII - PROMISES FULFILLED North And South - Chapter XXXVIII - PROMISES FULFILLED

North And South - Chapter XXXVIII - PROMISES FULFILLED
CHAPTER XXXVIII - PROMISES FULFILLED 'Then proudly, proudly up she rose,Tho' the tear was in her e'e,"Whate'er ye say, think what ye may,Ye's get na word frae me!"'SCOTCH BALLAD.It was not merely that Margaret was known to Mr. Thornton to havespoken falsely,--though she imagined that for this reason onlywas she so turned in his opinion,--but that this falsehood ofhers bore a distinct reference in his mind to some other lover.He could not forget the fond and earnest look that had passedbetween her... Long Stories - Post by : homebizgateway - Author : Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell - Read : 1545

The Tenant Of Wildfell Hall - Chapter XXI The Tenant Of Wildfell Hall - Chapter XXI

The Tenant Of Wildfell Hall - Chapter XXI
October 1st. - All is settled now. My father has given his consent, and the time is fixed for Christmas, by a sort of compromise between the respective advocates for hurry and delay. Milicent Hargrave is to be one bridesmaid and Annabella Wilmot the other - not that I am particularly fond of the latter, but she is an intimate of the family, and I have not another friend.When I told Milicent of my engagement, she rather provoked me by her manner of talking it. After staring a moment in mute surprise,... Long Stories - Post by : ambiance - Author : Anne Bronte - Read : 3053

After Looking Into Carlyle's Reminiscences After Looking Into Carlyle's Reminiscences

After Looking Into Carlyle's Reminiscences
IThree men lived yet when this dead man was young Whose names and words endure for ever: one Whose eyes grew dim with straining toward the sun,And his wings weakened, and his angel's tongueLost half the sweetest song was ever sung, But like the strain half uttered earth hears none, Nor shall man hear till all men's songs are done:One whose clear spirit like an eagle hungBetween the mountains hallowed by his loveAnd the sky stainless as his soul above: And one the sweetest heart that ever spakeThe... Poems - Post by : mare2 - Author : Algernon Charles Swinburne - Read : 3284

On Lamb's Specimens Of Dramatic Poets On Lamb's Specimens Of Dramatic Poets

On Lamb's Specimens Of Dramatic Poets
IIf all the flowers of all the fields on earth By wonder-working summer were made one, Its fragrance were not sweeter in the sun,Its treasure-house of leaves were not more worthThan those wherefrom thy light of musing mirth Shone, till each leaf whereon thy pen would run Breathed life, and all its breath was benison.Beloved beyond all names of English birth,More dear than mightier memories; gentlest nameThat ever clothed itself with flower-sweet fame,Or linked itself with loftiest names of old... Poems - Post by : Joseph_Guy - Author : Algernon Charles Swinburne - Read : 1768

The Man In The Iron Mask - Chapter XIII - Nectar and Ambrosia The Man In The Iron Mask - Chapter XIII - Nectar and Ambrosia

The Man In The Iron Mask - Chapter XIII - Nectar and Ambrosia
M. Fouquet held the stirrup of the king, who, having dismounted, bowedmost graciously, and more graciously still held out his hand to him,which Fouquet, in spite of a slight resistance on the king's part,carried respectfully to his lips. The king wished to wait in the firstcourtyard for the arrival of the carriages, nor had he long to wait, forthe roads had been put into excellent order by the superintendent, and astone would hardly have been found of the size of an egg the whole wayfrom Melun to... Long Stories - Post by : srinivasraju - Author : Alexandre Dumas - Read : 785

The Man In The Iron Mask - Chapter XXII - Showing How the Countersign Was Respected at the Bastile The Man In The Iron Mask - Chapter XXII - Showing How the Countersign Was Respected at the Bastile

The Man In The Iron Mask - Chapter XXII - Showing How the Countersign Was Respected at the Bastile
Fouquet tore along as fast as his horses could drag him. On his way hetrembled with horror at the idea of what had just been revealed to him."What must have been," he thought, "the youth of those extraordinary men,who, even as age is stealing fast upon them, are still able to conceivesuch gigantic plans, and carry them through without a tremor?"At one moment he could not resist the idea that all Aramis had just beenrecounting to him was nothing more than a dream, and whether the fableitself was... Long Stories - Post by : prospertogether - Author : Alexandre Dumas - Read : 338

Seventeen - Chapter XVIII. THE BIG, FAT LUMMOX Seventeen - Chapter XVIII. THE BIG, FAT LUMMOX

Seventeen - Chapter XVIII. THE BIG, FAT LUMMOX
In the morning sunshine, Mrs. Baxter stoodat the top of the steps of the front porch,addressing her son, who listened impatiently andedged himself a little nearer the gate every timehe shifted his weight from one foot to the other.``Willie,'' she said, ``you must really pay someattention to the laws of health, or you'll neverlive to be an old man.''``I don't want to live to be an old man,'' saidWilliam, earnestly. ``I'd rather do what I pleasenow and die a little sooner.''``You talk very foolishly,''... Long Stories - Post by : rgibson95 - Author : Booth Tarkington - Read : 1835

Woman In Politics Woman In Politics

Woman In Politics
What, madam, run for School Director? You? And want my vote and influence? Well, well, That beats me! Gad! where _are_ we drifting to? In all my life I never have heard tell Of such sublime presumption, and I smell A nigger in the fence! Excuse me, madam; We statesmen sometimes speak like the old Adam. But now you mention it--well, well, who knows? We might, that's certain, give the sex a show. I have a cousin--teacher. I suppose If I stand in and you 're elected--no? You'll... Poems - Post by : QuantumSoul - Author : Ambrose Bierce - Read : 1674

The Scout Toward Aldie The Scout Toward Aldie

The Scout Toward Aldie
The cavalry-camp lies on the slope Of what was late a vernal hill,But now like a pavement bare--An outpost in the perilous wilds Which ever are lone and still; But Mosby's men are there-- Of Mosby best beware.Great trees the troopers felled, and leaned In antlered walls about their tents;Strict watch they kept; 'twas _Hark!_ and _Mark!_Unarmed none cared to stir abroad For berries beyond their forest-fence: As glides in seas the shark, Rides Mosby through green dark.All spake of him,... Poems - Post by : Peter_Yexley - Author : Herman Melville - Read : 1672