The Lady of La GarayeMacmillan and Company, 1863 - 153 páginas |
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Caroline Sheridan Norton. With a hot dust , like dark volcano showers . Give thanks to God who blinded us with Hope ; Denied man skill to draw his horoscope ; And , to keep mortals of the present fond , Forbid the keenest sight to pierce ...
Caroline Sheridan Norton. With a hot dust , like dark volcano showers . Give thanks to God who blinded us with Hope ; Denied man skill to draw his horoscope ; And , to keep mortals of the present fond , Forbid the keenest sight to pierce ...
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... give him welcome in the open air As though she were too glad to see him come , To wait till he should enter happy home , And there , quick - breathing , glowing , sparkling stand , His arm round her slim waist ; hand locked in hand ...
... give him welcome in the open air As though she were too glad to see him come , To wait till he should enter happy home , And there , quick - breathing , glowing , sparkling stand , His arm round her slim waist ; hand locked in hand ...
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... Give back the hope , Though years rise sad with intervening scope ! Scarce can those radiant eyes with sickly stare Yet comprehend that sentence of despair : Crooked and sick for ever ! Crooked and sick ! She , in whose veins the ...
... Give back the hope , Though years rise sad with intervening scope ! Scarce can those radiant eyes with sickly stare Yet comprehend that sentence of despair : Crooked and sick for ever ! Crooked and sick ! She , in whose veins the ...
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... give Another life beyond her own to live , Never to see her husband bless their child , Thinking ( dear blessed thought ! ) like him it smiled : Never again with Claud to walk or ride , Partake his pleasures with a playful pride , But ...
... give Another life beyond her own to live , Never to see her husband bless their child , Thinking ( dear blessed thought ! ) like him it smiled : Never again with Claud to walk or ride , Partake his pleasures with a playful pride , But ...
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... Give me the music of the accustomed voice , And the sweet light of long familiar eyes ! " He ceased . But she , for all his fervent speech , 66 Sighed as she listened . Claud , I cannot reach The summit of the hope where thou wouldst ...
... Give me the music of the accustomed voice , And the sweet light of long familiar eyes ! " He ceased . But she , for all his fervent speech , 66 Sighed as she listened . Claud , I cannot reach The summit of the hope where thou wouldst ...
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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...