The Lady of La GarayeMacmillan and Company, 1863 - 153 páginas |
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... ! Time , oh ! conquering Time ! I know that wild wind's chime Which , like a passing bell , Or distant knell , Speaks to man's heart of Death and of Decay ; While thy step passes o'er the necks of Kings And 22 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE.
... ! Time , oh ! conquering Time ! I know that wild wind's chime Which , like a passing bell , Or distant knell , Speaks to man's heart of Death and of Decay ; While thy step passes o'er the necks of Kings And 22 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE.
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Caroline Sheridan Norton. While thy step passes o'er the necks of Kings And over common things ; - And into Earth's green orchards making way , Halts , where the fruits of human hope abound , And shakes their trembling ripeness to the ...
Caroline Sheridan Norton. While thy step passes o'er the necks of Kings And over common things ; - And into Earth's green orchards making way , Halts , where the fruits of human hope abound , And shakes their trembling ripeness to the ...
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... o'er the plain , Proud of his glossy sides and flowing mane ; Still , when they meet in careless hours of mirth , Laugh , as if Sorrow were unknown to earth ; Prattling sweet nothings , which , like buds of flowers , May turn to earnest ...
... o'er the plain , Proud of his glossy sides and flowing mane ; Still , when they meet in careless hours of mirth , Laugh , as if Sorrow were unknown to earth ; Prattling sweet nothings , which , like buds of flowers , May turn to earnest ...
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... O'er hill and dale , -through fields of late reaped corn , Through woods , -wherever sounds the hunting horn , Wherever scour the fleet hounds , fast they follow , Through tufted thickets and the leaf - strewn hollow ; THE LADY OF LA ...
... O'er hill and dale , -through fields of late reaped corn , Through woods , -wherever sounds the hunting horn , Wherever scour the fleet hounds , fast they follow , Through tufted thickets and the leaf - strewn hollow ; THE LADY OF LA ...
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... o'er the narrow ridge Where fallen branches make a natural bridge , Leaps to the next descent , and balked no more , Foams to a waterfall , whose ceaseless roar Echoes far down the banks , and through the forest hoar ! Across the water ...
... o'er the narrow ridge Where fallen branches make a natural bridge , Leaps to the next descent , and balked no more , Foams to a waterfall , whose ceaseless roar Echoes far down the banks , and through the forest hoar ! Across the water ...
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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...