The Lady of La GarayeMacmillan and Company, 1863 - 153 páginas |
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... from the yearning soul , Never again to make a perfect whole ! Helpless desires , and cravings unfulfilled ; Bitter regret , in stormy weepings stilled ; Strivings whose easy effort used to bless , Grown full 66 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE.
... from the yearning soul , Never again to make a perfect whole ! Helpless desires , and cravings unfulfilled ; Bitter regret , in stormy weepings stilled ; Strivings whose easy effort used to bless , Grown full 66 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE.
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... bitter word and bitter thought What dæmon to thy trusting heart hath brought ? It may be thus within some sensual breast , By passion's fire , not true love's power possest ; The creature love , that never lingers late , A springtide ...
... bitter word and bitter thought What dæmon to thy trusting heart hath brought ? It may be thus within some sensual breast , By passion's fire , not true love's power possest ; The creature love , that never lingers late , A springtide ...
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... bitter hour was brought , How eagerly , could human pain be shifted , I would lie low , and thou once more be lifted To walk in beauty as thou didst before , And smile upon the welcome world once more . Oh ! loved even to the brim of ...
... bitter hour was brought , How eagerly , could human pain be shifted , I would lie low , and thou once more be lifted To walk in beauty as thou didst before , And smile upon the welcome world once more . Oh ! loved even to the brim of ...
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... bitter smart , Lean thy dear head upon my aching heart ; It may be God , who saw our careless life , Not sinful , yet not blameless , my sweet wife , ( Since all we thought of , in our youth's bright May , Was but the coming joy from ...
... bitter smart , Lean thy dear head upon my aching heart ; It may be God , who saw our careless life , Not sinful , yet not blameless , my sweet wife , ( Since all we thought of , in our youth's bright May , Was but the coming joy from ...
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... bitter truth to tell , Death seemed the balance of its burdening care , The only end of such a strange despair . To live deformed ; enfeebled ; still to sigh Through changeless days that o'er the heart go by Colourless , -formless ...
... bitter truth to tell , Death seemed the balance of its burdening care , The only end of such a strange despair . To live deformed ; enfeebled ; still to sigh Through changeless days that o'er the heart go by Colourless , -formless ...
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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
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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...