The Lady of La GarayeMacmillan and Company, 1863 - 153 páginas |
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... fall Of loosened stones , on winter nights , In his dreams the peasant frights ; And push them , till their rolling sound , Dull and heavy , beat the ground . Now a song , high up and clear , Like a lark's enchants the ear ; Or some ...
... fall Of loosened stones , on winter nights , In his dreams the peasant frights ; And push them , till their rolling sound , Dull and heavy , beat the ground . Now a song , high up and clear , Like a lark's enchants the ear ; Or some ...
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... falls ; And the guests bidden , gather for the chase , And the smile brightens on the lovely face That greets them in succession as they come Into that high and hospitable home . Like a sweet picture doth the Lady stand , Still blushing ...
... falls ; And the guests bidden , gather for the chase , And the smile brightens on the lovely face That greets them in succession as they come Into that high and hospitable home . Like a sweet picture doth the Lady stand , Still blushing ...
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... Falls down in golden links among her pearls , And the rich purple of her velvet vest Slims the young waist , and rounds the graceful breast . So , till the latest joins the happy Meet ; Then springs she gladly to her eager feet ; And ...
... Falls down in golden links among her pearls , And the rich purple of her velvet vest Slims the young waist , and rounds the graceful breast . So , till the latest joins the happy Meet ; Then springs she gladly to her eager feet ; And ...
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... to clutch at in his fall , Or why he had no power for help to call , This is confused and lost . But Claud has heard A sound like breathings from a sleeping bird New - caged that day , a weak disturbing sigh 50 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE .
... to clutch at in his fall , Or why he had no power for help to call , This is confused and lost . But Claud has heard A sound like breathings from a sleeping bird New - caged that day , a weak disturbing sigh 50 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE .
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... falls On a deserted house whose empty walls No longer echo to the children's play Or voice of ruined inmates fled away ; Where wintry winds alone , with idle state , Move the slow swinging of its rusty gate . But something sadder even ...
... falls On a deserted house whose empty walls No longer echo to the children's play Or voice of ruined inmates fled away ; Where wintry winds alone , with idle state , Move the slow swinging of its rusty gate . But something sadder even ...
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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...