All as the sunny beame so bright, _W_.

Hey, ho, the sunnebeame! _P_.

Glaunceth from Phoebus' face forthright, _W_.

So love into thy heart did streame." -- SPENSER: _Shepard's Calendar_.
"The kindliest symptom, yet the most alarming crisis in the ticklish state of youth; the nourisher and destroyer of hopeful wits; * * * the servitude above freedom; the gentle mind's religion; the liberal superstition."-- CHARLES LAMB.
The first sign of the unimagined snow-storm was like the transparent white cloud that seems to set off the blue.

Anna was in the secret of Rex's feeling; though for the first time in their lives he had said nothing to her about what he most thought of, and he only took it for granted that she knew it.