The Lady of La GarayeMacmillan and Company, 1863 - 153 páginas |
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... feel : Companion from whose ever teeming store Of thought and knowledge , happy memory brings So much of social wit and sage's lore , Garnered and gleaned by me as precious things : Kinsman of him whose very name soon grew Unreal as ...
... feel : Companion from whose ever teeming store Of thought and knowledge , happy memory brings So much of social wit and sage's lore , Garnered and gleaned by me as precious things : Kinsman of him whose very name soon grew Unreal as ...
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... feel not that all power is fled , While offering to thee , for the kindly years , The intangible gift of thought , whose silver thread Heaven keeps untarnished by our bitterest tears . So , in the brooding calm that follows woe , This ...
... feel not that all power is fled , While offering to thee , for the kindly years , The intangible gift of thought , whose silver thread Heaven keeps untarnished by our bitterest tears . So , in the brooding calm that follows woe , This ...
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... feel ! " To - morrow ! but the slow days onward steal , And find her still with feverish aching head , Still cramped with pain ; still lingering in her bed ; Still sighing out the tedium of the time ; Still 60 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE .
... feel ! " To - morrow ! but the slow days onward steal , And find her still with feverish aching head , Still cramped with pain ; still lingering in her bed ; Still sighing out the tedium of the time ; Still 60 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE .
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... feels through every nerve When love's desires , or love itself doth swerve . All the world's praise re - echoed to the sky Cancels not blame that shades a lover's eye ; All the world's blame , which scorn for scorn repays , Fails to ...
... feels through every nerve When love's desires , or love itself doth swerve . All the world's praise re - echoed to the sky Cancels not blame that shades a lover's eye ; All the world's blame , which scorn for scorn repays , Fails to ...
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... often moved , " Who feels no jealousy hath never loved ; " She whose quick fading comes before her tomb , Is jealous even of her former bloom . Restless she pines ; because , to her distress , THE LADY OF LA GARAYE . 75.
... often moved , " Who feels no jealousy hath never loved ; " She whose quick fading comes before her tomb , Is jealous even of her former bloom . Restless she pines ; because , to her distress , THE LADY OF LA GARAYE . 75.
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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...