The Lady of La GarayeMacmillan and Company, 1863 - 153 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 24
Página xii
... beauty of his wife's portrait I have scarcely been able to render justice , even with the advantage of its being engraved by Mr. Shaw . Those who may desire to read the narrative in plain prose , will find a notice of the Château de la ...
... beauty of his wife's portrait I have scarcely been able to render justice , even with the advantage of its being engraved by Mr. Shaw . Those who may desire to read the narrative in plain prose , will find a notice of the Château de la ...
Página 17
... Bygone tales of no one's telling ! This was the Chapel : that the stair : Here , where all lies damp and bare , The fragrant thurible was swung , C The silver lamp in beauty hung , And in that THE LADY OF LA GARAYE . 17.
... Bygone tales of no one's telling ! This was the Chapel : that the stair : Here , where all lies damp and bare , The fragrant thurible was swung , C The silver lamp in beauty hung , And in that THE LADY OF LA GARAYE . 17.
Página 18
Caroline Sheridan Norton. The silver lamp in beauty hung , And in that mass of ivied shade The pale nuns sang - the abbot prayed . This was the Kitchen . Cold and blank The huge hearth yawns ; and wide and high The chimney shows the open ...
Caroline Sheridan Norton. The silver lamp in beauty hung , And in that mass of ivied shade The pale nuns sang - the abbot prayed . This was the Kitchen . Cold and blank The huge hearth yawns ; and wide and high The chimney shows the open ...
Página 32
... beauty of her soul Tarnished by yielding to such joy's control ; Nor that the form which , like a flexile reed , Swayed with the movements of her bounding steed , Took from those graceful hours a rougher force , Or left her nature ...
... beauty of her soul Tarnished by yielding to such joy's control ; Nor that the form which , like a flexile reed , Swayed with the movements of her bounding steed , Took from those graceful hours a rougher force , Or left her nature ...
Página 40
... beauty as she goes : She wears her robe as some fair sloop her sails , Which swell and flutter to the rising gales , But never from the cordage taut and trim Slacken or swerve away . The evening dim Sees her return , unwearied and ...
... beauty as she goes : She wears her robe as some fair sloop her sails , Which swell and flutter to the rising gales , But never from the cordage taut and trim Slacken or swerve away . The evening dim Sees her return , unwearied and ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todo
Términos y frases comunes
beauty bitter bless bloom breast breath Bretagne Breton bright Brittany CHARLES KINGSLEY cheek cheer Claud cloth cold Crown 8vo dear death delight Dinan doom dream duc d'Orléans earth echo ENGLISH LANGUAGE evermore eyes fading faint Fcap feet flowers footsteps fresh Garaye Garaye's gaze Gertrude glad glimmering gloom God's golden gone grief gushing hand happy hath heart Heaven helpless HENRY KINGSLEY hope human La Garaye la Motte-Piquet Lady Lady of La leaps leaves Life's lifts light lingering lips lonely look Love's man's moan morning Morocco mournful neath never night noble o'er pain pale pity pleasant POEMS prison RAVENSHOE restless round Ruins SECOND EDITION seems shade shadow shining sigh sink smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stir suffering sunbeam sweet tears tender thee things thou thought thrill trembling Vignette voice walls weary weep WESTWARD HO wild words yearning young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 150 - Honour to those whose words or deeds Thus help us in our daily needs, And by their overflow Raise us from what is low ! Thus thought I, as by night I read Of the great army of the dead, The trenches cold and damp, The starved and frozen camp, — The wounded from the battle-plain, In dreary hospitals of pain, The cheerless corridors, The cold and stony floors. Lo ! in that house of misery...
Página 150 - Thus thought I, as by night I read Of the great army of the dead, The trenches cold and damp, The starved and frozen camp, — The wounded from the battle-plain, In dreary hospitals of pain, The cheerless corridors, The cold and stony floors.
Página 151 - Lo ! in that house of misery A lady with a lamp I see Pass through the glimmering gloom, And flit from room to room. And slow, as in a dream of bliss, The speechless sufferer turns to kiss Her shadow, as it falls Upon the darkening walls. As if a door in heaven should be Opened and then closed suddenly, The vision came and went, The light shone and was spent. On England's annals, through the long Hereafter of her speech and song, That light its rays shall cast From portals of the past. A Lady with...
Página 144 - Servant of God, well done ! They serve God well, Who serve his creatures : when the funeral bell Tolls for the dead, there's nothing left of all That decks the scutcheon and the velvet pall Save this. The coronet is empty show : The strength and loveliness are hid below : The shifting wealth to others hath accrued...