The Lady of La GarayeMacmillan and Company, 1863 - 153 páginas |
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... dead to stir some living brain- When thoughtful readers lay my book aside , Musing on all it tells of joy and pain , Towards thee , good heart , towards thee their thoughts shall roam , Whose unforsaking faith time hath not riven ; And ...
... dead to stir some living brain- When thoughtful readers lay my book aside , Musing on all it tells of joy and pain , Towards thee , good heart , towards thee their thoughts shall roam , Whose unforsaking faith time hath not riven ; And ...
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... dead hair ; But there the keen wind ever weeps and moans , Working a passage through the mouldering stones . Oh ! Time , oh ! conquering Time ! I know that wild wind's chime Which , like a passing bell , Or distant knell , Speaks to ...
... dead hair ; But there the keen wind ever weeps and moans , Working a passage through the mouldering stones . Oh ! Time , oh ! conquering Time ! I know that wild wind's chime Which , like a passing bell , Or distant knell , Speaks to ...
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... dead of night , Thrilled with a message from a God of might ; No shrouded Seer , by some enforcing spell , Rose from Death's rest , Life's restless chance to tell ; The lightning smote us - shivering stem and bough : All was so green ...
... dead of night , Thrilled with a message from a God of might ; No shrouded Seer , by some enforcing spell , Rose from Death's rest , Life's restless chance to tell ; The lightning smote us - shivering stem and bough : All was so green ...
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... dead , One shivering gasp thro ' limbs that now stretch out like lead . He's with her ! is he dying too ? his blood Beats no more to and fro ; his abstract mood Weighs like a nightmare ; something , well he knows , Is horrible , and ...
... dead , One shivering gasp thro ' limbs that now stretch out like lead . He's with her ! is he dying too ? his blood Beats no more to and fro ; his abstract mood Weighs like a nightmare ; something , well he knows , Is horrible , and ...
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... dead leaves flutter to the mossy earth ; Far - away echoes bring the hunters ' mirth ; And the long hour creeps by - too long - too long ; Till the chance music of a peasant's song Breaks the hard silence with a human hope , And Claud ...
... dead leaves flutter to the mossy earth ; Far - away echoes bring the hunters ' mirth ; And the long hour creeps by - too long - too long ; Till the chance music of a peasant's song Breaks the hard silence with a human hope , And Claud ...
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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...