Pray think how long ago
,' gently remonstrated Arthur.
And this is the story of Keesh, who lived long ago
on the rim of the polar sea.
I told you long ago
that I had never been resigned even to the mediocrity of my powers; how could I be resigned to the loss of the one thing which had ever come to me on earth with the promise of such deep joy as would give a new and blessed meaning to the foregoing pain,--the promise of another self that would lift my aching affection into the divine rapture of an ever-springing, ever-satisfied want?
Once in a while, it is true, his memory was brought up in connection with the magnificent palace which he had built, and which had long ago
been turned into a hotel for the accommodation of strangers, multitudes of whom came, every summer, to visit that famous natural curiosity, the Great Stone Face.
He lived in the long ago
, when the world was young, in that period that we call the Mid-Pleistocene.
And when these little boys and girls stole forth again from the dark, mysterious mansion, they went bewildered, full of old feelings that graver people had long ago
forgotten, rubbing their eyes at the world around them as if they had gone astray into ancient times, and become children of the past.
If it were war now, he would have settled it long ago
They recalled with contempt that not so long ago
they had thought themselves fine fellows for being able to fly round a room.
That the deed must be done with an axe he had decided long ago
The noted Sea of Galilee, where Roman fleets once rode at anchor and the disciples of the Saviour sailed in their ships, was long ago
deserted by the devotees of war and commerce, and its borders are a silent wilderness; Capernaum is a shapeless ruin; Magdala is the home of beggared Arabs; Bethsaida and Chorazin have vanished from the earth, and the "desert places" round about them where thousands of men once listened to the Saviour's voice and ate the miraculous bread, sleep in the hush of a solitude that is inhabited only by birds of prey and skulking foxes.
Had it been otherwise, I must long ago
have perished; but as it was, it is surprising how easily and securely my little and light boat could ride.
Her lover has been faithful to her ever since; he has never married, and every June, on her birthday, he makes a pilgrimage to the old garden and sits for a long time in silence on the bench where he used to woo her on crimson eves and moonlight nights of long ago