Sunday morning may be cheery enough, with its extra cup of coffee and litter of Sunday newspapers, but there is always hanging ove...r it the ominous threat of 3 P.M., when the sun gets around to the back windows and life stops dead in its tracks.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When, as a child, I first opened my eyes on a Sunday-morning, a feeling of dismal anicipation, which began at least on the Friday,... culminated. I knew what was before me, and my wish, if not my word, was "Would God it were evening!" It was no day of rest, but a day of texts, of catechisms (Watts'), of tracts about converted swearers, godly charwomen, and edifying deaths of sinners saved.... There was but one rosy spot, in the distance, all that day: and that was "bed-time," which never could come too early!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Here of a Sunday morning My love and I would lie,... And see the colored counties, And hear the larks so high About us in the sky.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It was a quiet Sunday morning, with more of the auroral rosy and white than of the yellow light in it, as if it dated from earlier... than the fall of man, and still preserved a heathenish integrity.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In the morning,... I ran over to the Church of La Bonne Ste. Anne, whose matin bell we had heard, it being Sunday morning. Our boo...k said that this church had "long been an object of interest, from the miraculous cures said to have been wrought on visitors to the shrine." There was a profusion of gilding, and I counted more than twenty-five crutches suspended on the walls, some for grown persons, some for children, which it was to be inferred so many sick had been able to dispense with; but they looked as if they had been made to order by the carpenter who made the church.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
in small war on the heels of small war--until the end of time... to police the earth, a ghost orbiting forever lost in our monotonous sublime.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »