The Lady of La GarayeMacmillan and Company, 1863 - 153 páginas |
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... lately hovered , ( Making lips and eyes so bright , ) ; And the blush which darkness covered Mantling still in rosy light ! Ruins ! Oh ! ye have your charm ; Death is cold , but life is warm ; And THE LADY OF LA GARAYE . 25.
... lately hovered , ( Making lips and eyes so bright , ) ; And the blush which darkness covered Mantling still in rosy light ! Ruins ! Oh ! ye have your charm ; Death is cold , but life is warm ; And THE LADY OF LA GARAYE . 25.
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... lips play ! God made all pleasures innocent ; but man Turns them to shame , since first our earth began To shudder ' neath the stroke of delving tools When Eve and Adam lost , -poor tempted fools , The sweet safe shelter of their Eden ...
... lips play ! God made all pleasures innocent ; but man Turns them to shame , since first our earth began To shudder ' neath the stroke of delving tools When Eve and Adam lost , -poor tempted fools , The sweet safe shelter of their Eden ...
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... those blanched lips low and trembling came : " Oh ! Claud ! " she said : no more- But never yet , Through all the loving days since first they met , Leaped his heart's blood with such a yearning VOW That 52 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE .
... those blanched lips low and trembling came : " Oh ! Claud ! " she said : no more- But never yet , Through all the loving days since first they met , Leaped his heart's blood with such a yearning VOW That 52 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE .
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... lips a wan smile moved , Which dumbly spoke of comfort from his tone , As though she felt half saved , not so to die alone . Ah ! happy they who in their grief or pain Yearn not for some familiar face in vain ; Who in the sheltering ...
... lips a wan smile moved , Which dumbly spoke of comfort from his tone , As though she felt half saved , not so to die alone . Ah ! happy they who in their grief or pain Yearn not for some familiar face in vain ; Who in the sheltering ...
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... Thin cradling branches deftly intertwined ; And there they lay the lady as they found her , With all her bright hair streaming sadly round her ; Her white lips parted o'er the pearly teeth Like pictured 54 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE .
... Thin cradling branches deftly intertwined ; And there they lay the lady as they found her , With all her bright hair streaming sadly round her ; Her white lips parted o'er the pearly teeth Like pictured 54 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE .
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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...