The Lady of La GarayeMacmillan and Company, 1863 - 153 páginas |
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... brave and good ; And like himself , of warm and eager mood ; Glad to share gladness , pleasure to impart , With dancing spirits and a tender heart . Pleased too to share the manlier sports which made The THE LADY OF LA GARAYE . 31.
... brave and good ; And like himself , of warm and eager mood ; Glad to share gladness , pleasure to impart , With dancing spirits and a tender heart . Pleased too to share the manlier sports which made The THE LADY OF LA GARAYE . 31.
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... native land ; — Folly it is to see a wit in woe , And hold youth sinful for the spirits ' flow . As thro ' the meadow lands clear rivers run , D 2 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE . 35 Or turn to blame, which Heaven itself inspires, ...
... native land ; — Folly it is to see a wit in woe , And hold youth sinful for the spirits ' flow . As thro ' the meadow lands clear rivers run , D 2 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE . 35 Or turn to blame, which Heaven itself inspires, ...
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... Summer light ; She , in whose cheek the rich bloom always staid , And only deepened to a lovelier shade ; She , whose fleet limbs no exercise could tire , When wild hill - climbing wooed her spirit higher ! 68 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE .
... Summer light ; She , in whose cheek the rich bloom always staid , And only deepened to a lovelier shade ; She , whose fleet limbs no exercise could tire , When wild hill - climbing wooed her spirit higher ! 68 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE .
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Caroline Sheridan Norton. When wild hill - climbing wooed her spirit higher ! Knell not above her bed this funeral chime ; Bid her be prisoner for a certain time ; Tell her blank years must waste in that changed home , But not for ever ...
Caroline Sheridan Norton. When wild hill - climbing wooed her spirit higher ! Knell not above her bed this funeral chime ; Bid her be prisoner for a certain time ; Tell her blank years must waste in that changed home , But not for ever ...
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... spirit alert which early morning stirred Even as it rouses every gladsome bird , Whose chorus of irregular music goes Up with the dew that leaves the sun - touched rose ? Oh ! altered , altered ; even the smile is gone , Which , like a ...
... spirit alert which early morning stirred Even as it rouses every gladsome bird , Whose chorus of irregular music goes Up with the dew that leaves the sun - touched rose ? Oh ! altered , altered ; even the smile is gone , Which , like a ...
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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...