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In The Wind's Eye
by Charlotte Boyett-Compo
| Characters
-THESE ARE THE ACTORS AND ACTRESSES UPON WHOM THE CHARACTERS IN THIS ROMANCE
NOVEL OF THE WAR FOR SOUTHERN INDEPENDENCE HAS BEEN BASED. Note: You will need to
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| Chapter 1 - "Pain - -
- has an element of Blank - - - It cannot recollect, When it begun --- or when
it was not" - - - Emily Dickinson |
| Chapter 2 - "Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns - - - And as the
portal opens to receive me, A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts, Tells of a
nameless deed." - - - Ann Radcliffe |
| Chapter 3 - O
tender yearning, sweet hoping! The golden time of first love! The eye sees the open
heaven, The heart is intoxicated with bliss; that the beautiful time of young love . . .
Could remain free forever. - - - Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller |
| Chapter 4 - But
true love is a durable fire, In the mind ever burning, Never sick, never old, never dead,
From itself never turning. Sir Walter Ralegh |
| Chapter 5 - Not to return
one good office for another is inhuman; but to return evil for good is diabolical. There
are two many even of this sort, who, the more they owe, the more they hate.
Seneca |
| Chapter 6 - What
is taken from the fortune, also, may haply be so much lifted from the soul. The greatness
of a loss, as the proverb suggests, is determinable, not so much by what we have
lost, but by what we have left. - Bovee |
| Chapter 7 - Even in evil, that dark cloud that bands over creation, we discern rays
of light and hope, and gradually come to see, in suffering and temptation, proofs and
instruments of the sublimest purposes of wisdom and love. - Channing |
| Chapter 8 - The
truest definition of evil is that which represents it as something contrary to nature.
--Evil is evil because it is unnatural. --A vine which should bear olive-berries --An eye
to which blue seems yellow, would be diseased. --An unnatural mother, an unnatural son, an
unnatural act, Are the strongest terms of condemnation. - F.W. Robertson |
| Chapter 9 - Young love is a
flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, But still only light and flickering, The
love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, Deep-burning, unquenchable. - H.W.
Beecher |
| Chapter 10 - If war has its chivalry and its pageantry, It has also its hideousness
and its demoniac woe. Bullets respect not beauty. They tear out the eye, and shatter the
jaw, and rend the cheek. - J.S.C. Abbott |
| Chapter 11 - Oft in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory
brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years,
Then words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone Now dimmed and gone, The
cheerful hearts now broken. - Thomas Moore |
| Chapter 12 - Upon the bank, she stood In the cool, Of spent emotions. She felt, among
the leaves, The dew, Of old devotions. She walked upon the grass, Still quavering.
The winds were like her maids, Fetching her woven scarves, Yet wavering. A
breath upon her hand, Muted the night. She turned -- A cymbal crashed, And roaring horns.
- Wallace Stevens |
| Chapter 13 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the
soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. - Henry Wadsworth
Longfellow |
| Chapter 14 - We
have unmistakable proof that throughout all past time, there has been a ceaseless
devouring of the weak by the strong. - Herbert Spencer |
| Chapter 15 - In
peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in
gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the
grove, And men below, and saints above; For love is heaven, and heaven is love. - Sir
Walter Scott |
| Chapter 16 - I have often thought that the best way to define a man's character would
be to seek out the particular mental or moral attitude in which, when it came upon him, he
felt himself most deeply and intensely active and alive. At such moments there is a voice
inside which speaks and says: "This is the real me!" - William James |
| Chapter 17 - You
who were all of grace or all of glory, None recognizes you! A rude drunkard Mocks you in
passing with a show of love; A wretched child runs skipping at your heels. Ashamed to be
alive, shrunken shadows, Fearful, with bent backs you hug the walls; And no one speaks to
you, strangely destined! Human debris ripe for eternity! - Charles Baudelaire |
| Chapter 18 - When
I consider life, 'tis all a cheat; Yet, fool'd with hope, men favor the deceit; Trust on,
and think tomorrow will repay. Tomorrow's falser than the former day. - John Dryden |
| Chapter 19 - There
was the Door to which I found no Key; There was the Veil through which I
might not see. Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee There was--and then no more of Thee
and Me. |
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