Or solemn vow, or plighted word.
Yet what no mortal hand could make,
No mortal power can ever break:
What words or vows could never do,
No words or vows can make untrue;
The dearer and the more our own,
For other eyes, save thine and mine.
And see, though slender, it is made
- Max realized that he must lower his head if he would follow.
- The footman did not seem so haughty and terrible, nor the
- he staggered about, shed tears, dropped on his knees, and,
- days at a stretch, or did various little jobs, not in the
- the great caravan routes entering the Sahara from the south.
- was only a glimmer of life in her, a glimmer of consciousness
- called progress, civilization, culture; I go on and up
- early. We house painters ate a great deal and slept soundly;