The Lady of La GarayeMacmillan and Company, 1863 - 153 páginas |
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... flowers , For some forbidden zest that was not given , Some riotous hope to make a mimic heaven , And sank , -from being wingless angels , -low Into the depths of mean and abject woe . Why should the sweet elastic sense of joy Presage a ...
... flowers , For some forbidden zest that was not given , Some riotous hope to make a mimic heaven , And sank , -from being wingless angels , -low Into the depths of mean and abject woe . Why should the sweet elastic sense of joy Presage a ...
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... flowers , May turn to earnest thoughts and vigilant hours . What boys can suffer , and weak women dare , Let Indian and Crimean wastes declare : Perchance in that gay group of laughers stand Guides and defenders for our native land ...
... flowers , May turn to earnest thoughts and vigilant hours . What boys can suffer , and weak women dare , Let Indian and Crimean wastes declare : Perchance in that gay group of laughers stand Guides and defenders for our native land ...
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... mid- night hours , And through the hot noon , shut from air and flowers , Young Claud sits patient - waiting day by day For health for that sweet lady of Garaye . S A The Lady of La Garaye . PART II THE LADY OF LA GARAYE . 57.
... mid- night hours , And through the hot noon , shut from air and flowers , Young Claud sits patient - waiting day by day For health for that sweet lady of Garaye . S A The Lady of La Garaye . PART II THE LADY OF LA GARAYE . 57.
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... life , -must teach her how to bear : For through all Springs , with rainbow - tinted showers , And through all Summers , with their wealth of flowers , And every Autumn , with its harvest - home , THE LADY OF LA GARAYE . 61.
... life , -must teach her how to bear : For through all Springs , with rainbow - tinted showers , And through all Summers , with their wealth of flowers , And every Autumn , with its harvest - home , THE LADY OF LA GARAYE . 61.
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... flowers arrayed , Foam with the storm , or glide in soft repose , - In that deep channel , love unswerving flows ! How canst thou dream of beauty as a thing On which depends the heart's own withering ? Lips budding red with tints of ...
... flowers arrayed , Foam with the storm , or glide in soft repose , - In that deep channel , love unswerving flows ! How canst thou dream of beauty as a thing On which depends the heart's own withering ? Lips budding red with tints of ...
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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...