The Lady of La GarayeMacmillan and Company, 1863 - 153 páginas |
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... Thou hast known all my life : its pleasant hours , ( How many of them have I owed to thee ! ) Its exercise of intellectual powers , With thoughts of fame and gladness not to be . Thou knowest how Death for ever dogged my way , And how ...
... Thou hast known all my life : its pleasant hours , ( How many of them have I owed to thee ! ) Its exercise of intellectual powers , With thoughts of fame and gladness not to be . Thou knowest how Death for ever dogged my way , And how ...
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... Thou knowest - for thou hast proved - the dreary shade A first - born's loss casts over lonely days ; And gone is now the pale fond smile , that made In my dim future , yet , a path of rays . Gone , the dear comfort of a voice whose ...
... Thou knowest - for thou hast proved - the dreary shade A first - born's loss casts over lonely days ; And gone is now the pale fond smile , that made In my dim future , yet , a path of rays . Gone , the dear comfort of a voice whose ...
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... thou leap , -oh , lady of brave heart ? Their smiling eyes have met - those eager two : She looks at Claud , as questioning which to do : He rides - reins in - looks down the torrent's course , - Pats the sleek neck of his sure - footed ...
... thou leap , -oh , lady of brave heart ? Their smiling eyes have met - those eager two : She looks at Claud , as questioning which to do : He rides - reins in - looks down the torrent's course , - Pats the sleek neck of his sure - footed ...
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... floods of passionate weeping , for it tries To contradict the question of our eyes : We say , " thou'rt pained , poor heart , and full of woe ? It drops that shining veil , and answers " no THE LADY OF LA GARAYE . 73.
... floods of passionate weeping , for it tries To contradict the question of our eyes : We say , " thou'rt pained , poor heart , and full of woe ? It drops that shining veil , and answers " no THE LADY OF LA GARAYE . 73.
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... command : " Oh ! thou mistaken and unhappy child , Still thy complainings , for thy words are wild . Thy beauty , though so perfect , was but one Of the bright ripples dancing to the sun , Which THE LADY OF LA GARAYE . 79.
... command : " Oh ! thou mistaken and unhappy child , Still thy complainings , for thy words are wild . Thy beauty , though so perfect , was but one Of the bright ripples dancing to the sun , Which THE LADY OF LA GARAYE . 79.
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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...