...started— 'twas the Ave Maria hour ! — ' the hour, The time, the clime, the spot, where he so oft, Had felt that moment in its fullest power, Sink o'er the earth so heautlful and soft, While swung the deep hell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day hymn stole...

...Prometheus fileh'd for us from heaven. EVENING. AVE MARIA ! blessed be the hour, The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in...not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem stirr'd with prayer. Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of prayer ! Ave Maria ! 'tis the...

...strangely with our new toys. CHAPTER XLIII. MIKSTER. " Avc Maria! blessed be the hour! The time, the chime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in...earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep hell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through...

...creação. AT AR D PI Ave Maria! blessed be the hourl The time, the clime, the spot where I so oft Uave felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautifnl and SDft. . . . BYRON. Oh tarde, oh bella tarde, oh meos amores, Mãe da meditação, meo...

...land now, Rose, by the margin of some Swiss lake, or in some Italian convent-studded valley, to hear ' The deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn steal aloft ?' or to listen to the softly swelling ' AveMaria,' and the ' far bell of vesper' pealing...

...and sat down to her * So Lord Byron : — " Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in...not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer." •work. (Protevangelion, ix. 7.) Had any exact attention...

...out openly. TWIL1GHT. — Byron. Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour, The time, the clime, the spot, when I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power...deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day hymn stole aloft; And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seemed...

...twain. Charlotte Young. TWILIGHT. AVB MARIA ! blessed be the hour, The time, the clime, the spot, when I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power...deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day hymn stole aloft ; And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seemed...

...floats on the rosy stillness, a vocal prayer. " Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour, The time, the clime, the spot where I so oft Have felt that moment in its...; While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, And the faint dying day -hymn stole aloft ; While not a breath stole through the rosy air, And yet...

...broad glare, yet sound to me none came. But of the living blood that ran within my frame. Shellty. + forest leaves secm'd stirr'd with prayer. Byron. SILENCE— Supremacy of. Above the mist, above the...