The Lady of La GarayeMacmillan and Company, 1863 - 153 páginas |
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... And all mysterious unconnected sounds With which the place abounds . Time doth efface Each day some lingering trace Of human government and human care : The things of air And earth , usurp the walls 20 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE .
... And all mysterious unconnected sounds With which the place abounds . Time doth efface Each day some lingering trace Of human government and human care : The things of air And earth , usurp the walls 20 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE .
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... human life Must be for ever gone ! The walls where hung the warriors ' shining casques Are green with moss and mould ; The blindworm coils where Queens have slept , nor asks For shelter from the cold . The swallow , he is master all the ...
... human life Must be for ever gone ! The walls where hung the warriors ' shining casques Are green with moss and mould ; The blindworm coils where Queens have slept , nor asks For shelter from the cold . The swallow , he is master all the ...
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... human woe ! The brambles let no footstep pass By that rent in the broken stair , Where the pale tufts of the windle - strae grass Hang like locks of dry dead hair ; But there the keen wind ever weeps and moans , Working a passage ...
... human woe ! The brambles let no footstep pass By that rent in the broken stair , Where the pale tufts of the windle - strae grass Hang like locks of dry dead hair ; But there the keen wind ever weeps and moans , Working a passage ...
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... human hope abound , And shakes their trembling ripeness to the ground . But hark , a sudden shout Of laughter ! and a nimble giddy rout , Who know not yet what saddened hours may mean , Come dancing through the scene ! Ruins ! Ruins ...
... human hope abound , And shakes their trembling ripeness to the ground . But hark , a sudden shout Of laughter ! and a nimble giddy rout , Who know not yet what saddened hours may mean , Come dancing through the scene ! Ruins ! Ruins ...
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... human passion breathes its latest sigh ; Who , when words fail to enter the dull ear , And when eyes cease from seeing forms most dear , Still the fond clasping touch can understand , — And sink to death from that detaining hand ! He ...
... human passion breathes its latest sigh ; Who , when words fail to enter the dull ear , And when eyes cease from seeing forms most dear , Still the fond clasping touch can understand , — And sink to death from that detaining hand ! He ...
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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...