Lays and Lyrics of the Nineteenth CenturyJ. Charles, 1863 |
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... twas not to invoke The Spirit that dwelleth there ; If he opened his lips the words they spoke Had never the tone of prayer . A pious priest might the Abbot seem , He had swayed the crosier well , " But what was the theme of the Abbot's ...
... twas not to invoke The Spirit that dwelleth there ; If he opened his lips the words they spoke Had never the tone of prayer . A pious priest might the Abbot seem , He had swayed the crosier well , " But what was the theme of the Abbot's ...
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... Twas a coward whiteness then did chase The glow of shame from the false king's face ; And he turned aside , in bootless pride , That witness of his guilt to hide ; Yet every heart around him there , Witness against him more strongly ...
... Twas a coward whiteness then did chase The glow of shame from the false king's face ; And he turned aside , in bootless pride , That witness of his guilt to hide ; Yet every heart around him there , Witness against him more strongly ...
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... Twas thus a feathery snow flake said , As down through the measureless space it strayed Or , as half by dalliance , half afraid , It seemed in mid air suspended " Oh , no , " said the Earth , " thou shalt not lie , Neglected and lone ...
... Twas thus a feathery snow flake said , As down through the measureless space it strayed Or , as half by dalliance , half afraid , It seemed in mid air suspended " Oh , no , " said the Earth , " thou shalt not lie , Neglected and lone ...
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... Twas hard to come to that native land , And not clasp one familiar hand ! ' Twas hard to be numbered amid the dead , Or ere he could hear his welcome said ! But ' twas something to see its cliffs once more , And to lay his bones on his ...
... Twas hard to come to that native land , And not clasp one familiar hand ! ' Twas hard to be numbered amid the dead , Or ere he could hear his welcome said ! But ' twas something to see its cliffs once more , And to lay his bones on his ...
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... wildly glittered here and there The gems entangled in her hair . I guess ' twas frightful there to see A lady so richly clad as she- Beautiful exceedingly ! * * * * Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But LAYS AND LYRICS . 83.
... wildly glittered here and there The gems entangled in her hair . I guess ' twas frightful there to see A lady so richly clad as she- Beautiful exceedingly ! * * * * Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But LAYS AND LYRICS . 83.
Términos y frases comunes
Abbot Abou ben Adhem angels Auvergne back my flowers battle beam beauty beloved sleep beneath bird blood Boscastle bosom breast breath breeze bright broadswords brow cheek chime cloud crest cried dark dead death deep doth dream earth fair fearful France friends gaze giveth His beloved gleam glory grave green gusset hand hard to Die HARVARD COLLEGE hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill knew ladies gay land light lips lonely lonely rock looked Mayenne mortal may know never night o'er pale pass'd passing Pibroch prayer pride rest rose round Sensitive Plant shine shore sing skies smile song soul sound spirit stood stream strife sweet sword tears thee Thou art gone thou hast throne tide Tintagel tone tree Twas uncon voice waves ween weep wild wind wing youth
Pasajes populares
Página 88 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Página 109 - OF all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this — ' He giveth His beloved sleep ' ? What would we give to our beloved? The hero's heart to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep, The patriot's voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown, to light the brows? — He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Página 11 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Página 32 - And the Naiad-like lily of the vale, Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale, That the light of its tremulous bells is seen Through their pavilions of tender green...
Página 62 - The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Página 85 - O clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid. Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade! By love's simplicity betray'd. And guileless trust; Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Página 91 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Página 89 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 109 - Sleep soft, beloved !" we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep. But never doleful dream again. Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Página 81 - Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily merrily mingle they, 'Waken, lords and ladies gay.' Waken, lords and ladies gay...