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Rilla of Ingleside

  Unknown Now they remain to us forever young
Who with such splendour gave their youth away
1 Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde In a year’s time Goldie became so manifestly an inadequate name for the orange kitten that Walter, who was just then reading Stevenson’s story, changed it to Dr. Jekyll-and-Mr. Hyde.
2 Vala Dew of Morning
  Rosamund As for Walter, Miss Oliver knew that he had written a sequence of sonnets “to Rosamond” - i.e. Faith Meredith
  Dorothy

Lord Alfred Tennyson		 Oh, I just live in the hope that some day I shall be to Walter what
Wordsworth’s sister Dorothy was to him. Wordsworth never wrote anything like Walter’s poems–nor Tennyson, either.
  Luke 12:27
 I toil not neither do I spin. Therefore, I must be a lily of the field,” concluded Rilla, with another laugh.
3 Wi’ a Hundred Pipers Jem departed whistling “Wi’ a hundred pipers and a’ and a’,” and Walter
stood for a long time where he was. There was a little frown on his forehead.
  Paradise Lost Listen, Miss Oliver–I can hear those old bells in Rainbow Valley quite clearly. They’ve been hanging there for over ten years.”
“Their wind chime always makes me think of the aerial, celestial music Adam and Eve heard in Milton’s Eden,” responded Miss Oliver.
4 The Pied Piper of Hamelin The Piper Pipes
  The Even of Waterloo Lines from an old poem flashed unbidden into her mind–”there was a sound of revelry by night”–”Hush! Hark! A deep sound strikes like a rising knell”–why should she think of that now?
  Armageddon
 “Is this Armageddon?” she asked.
  This, too, shall pass away It does not do to laugh at the pangs of youth. They are very terrible because youth has not yet learned that “this, too, will pass away.”
5 2 Samuel 5:24 The Sound of a Going
  Unknown When our women fail in courage,
Shall our men be fearless still?
  The Lady in the Lake He goes to do what I had done;
Had Douglas’s daughter been his son
  Hebrews 9:22 “Without shedding of blood there is no remission of sins.”
9 Luke 12:27 “You’re all good stuff,” said the doctor, “I’m proud of my women folk. Even Rilla here, my ‘lily of the field,’ is running a Red Cross Society full blast and saving a little life for Canada. That’s a good piece of work. Rilla, daughter of Anne, what are you going to call your war-baby?”
11 The Lays of Ancient Rome
 how could men die better than fighting for the ashes of their fathers and the temples of their gods
  Old Mortality assured her audience with thrilling intensity that one crowded hour of glorious life was worth an age without a name
12 2 Samuel 23:16
 I was woefully thirsty–and I thought of David and the Bethlehem water–and of the old spring in Rainbow Valley under the maples.
14 We’ll Never Let the Old Flag Fall Outside, a quartette was singing “We’ll never let the old flag fall”–the music seemed to be coming from some remote distance.
  Unknown When our women fail in courage,
Shall our men be fearless still?
  Marmion Comes he slow or comes he fast
It is but death who comes at last
15 Psalm 95:4 I shall remember these still, dewy, moon-drenched places. The balsam of the fir-trees; the peace of those white pools of moonshine; the ’strength of the hills’–what a beautiful old Biblical phrase that is.
  O God Our Help in Ages Past “Oh God, our help in ages past
Our hope for years to come.
Our shelter from the stormy blast
And our eternal home.”
17 The Navy Hymn “Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee
For those in peril on the sea,”
  Matthew 11:21 … until they repent in sackcloth and ashes…
  Henry V “Patience is a tired mare but she jogs on,” said Susan.
  Unknown While the steeds of Armageddon thunder, trampling over our hearts
18 The Iliad One feels as if one was reading something as ancient as the Iliad
  Wordsworth This poem of Wordsworth’s–the Senior class have it in their entrance work–I’ve been glancing over it. Its classic calm and repose and the beauty of the lines seem to belong to another planet, and to have as little to do with the present world-welter as the evening star.
19 Vastness struggle of ants
In the gleam of a million million of suns?
  Psalm 30:5 …then ‘joy came in the morning’ as the Bible says
23 In Flanders’ Fields …we who don’t come back will know that you have not ‘broken faith’ with us
27 A Midsummer Night’s Dream If I had been a spinster lady, driving along behind my own old nag, in maiden meditation fancy free, I wouldn’t have lifted a rein when an obstreperous car hooted blatantly behind me.
  Ye Mariners of England Jerusalem! The ‘meteor flag of England!’ floats over you–the Crescent is gone.
  Jeremiah 1:19 And they shall fight against thee but they shall not prevail against thee, for I am with thee, saith the Lord of Hosts, to deliver thee.
  England’s Answer Armageddon has begun!–’the last great fight of all!’
28 Matthew 10:22 He that endureth to the end shall be saved
  Pindaric Ode There was no one in the living-room, save Jims, who had fallen asleep on the sofa, and Doc, who sat “hushed in grim repose” on the hearth-rug, looking very Hydeish indeed.
  Epistle to Augusta Ours is ‘but one more To baffled millions who have gone before.’”
30 Ernest Renan Ernest Renan wrote one of his books during the siege of Paris in 1870 and ‘enjoyed the writing of it very much.’
  The Lady in the Lake Sooth was my prophecy of fear
Believe it when it augurs cheer,
  Heaven A day of chilling winds and gloomy skies,’” Rilla quoted one Sunday afternoon–the sixth of October to be exact…