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... Thou shalt be a bird : " but in her destrac- tion she heard it not , and hurried on gloomily to the cot- tage where her parents dwelt . III . SORROWS AND SAGAS . The dark winter soon came , and the birds went away ; but our little Vala ...
... Thou shalt be a bird : " but in her destrac- tion she heard it not , and hurried on gloomily to the cot- tage where her parents dwelt . III . SORROWS AND SAGAS . The dark winter soon came , and the birds went away ; but our little Vala ...
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... Thou see'st Scarcely a breath ; The birds are asleep in the nest ; Wait thee , now - thou , too , shalt rest , Calmly as death . Under the influence of this the gentle Vala , composed VALA ; OR , THE NIGHTINGALE . 43.
... Thou see'st Scarcely a breath ; The birds are asleep in the nest ; Wait thee , now - thou , too , shalt rest , Calmly as death . Under the influence of this the gentle Vala , composed VALA ; OR , THE NIGHTINGALE . 43.
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... thou eldest - born of Freai , come back . Vala - I will get thee gold and silver , and precious stones . Thy path shall be strewn with flowers , and the young men and the old men shall call thee bless- ed . " After awhile , Vala ran ...
... thou eldest - born of Freai , come back . Vala - I will get thee gold and silver , and precious stones . Thy path shall be strewn with flowers , and the young men and the old men shall call thee bless- ed . " After awhile , Vala ran ...
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... thou any song - smith ? hast thou then years of apprenticeship ; hast thou the aplomb and the tout ensemble , and the other horrible things ? No ! no ! no ! Then she put aside the bird and took up the cither , which was her constant ...
... thou any song - smith ? hast thou then years of apprenticeship ; hast thou the aplomb and the tout ensemble , and the other horrible things ? No ! no ! no ! Then she put aside the bird and took up the cither , which was her constant ...
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... thou from the earth hast perished , The plough goes over the place ! Be fruitful , I bless thee , oh field , The dearest , yet saddest to me , And I bless him doubly , who ever May drive the plough over thee ! For me , I will fold up my ...
... thou from the earth hast perished , The plough goes over the place ! Be fruitful , I bless thee , oh field , The dearest , yet saddest to me , And I bless him doubly , who ever May drive the plough over thee ! For me , I will fold up my ...
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Seite 123 - In a golden current on, Ere from the garden, man's first abode, The glorious guests were gone. So might the days have been brightly told — Those days of song and dreams — When shepherds gather'd their flocks of old, By the blue Arcadian streams. » So in those isles of delight, that rest Far off in a breezeless main, Which many a bark, with a weary quest, Has sought, but still in vain.
Seite 159 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet...
Seite 9 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Seite 123 - TwAs a lovely thought to mark the hours, As they floated in light away, By the opening and the folding flowers, That laugh to the summer's day. Thus had each moment its own rich hue, And its graceful cup and bell, In whose coloured vase might sleep the dew, Like a pearl in an ocean-shell.
Seite 68 - And with a sharp, quick cry, as if her heart Were crush'd, she lifted him and held him close Into her bosom — with a mother's thought — As if death had no power to touch him there ! ******* The man of God came forth, and led the child Unto his mother, and went on his way. And he was there — her beautiful — her own — Living and smiling on her — with his arms Folded about her neck, and his warm breath Breathing upon her lips, and in her ear The music of his gentle voice once more ! D2 JEPHTHAH'S...
Seite 66 - To love when he was slumbering at her side In his unconscious infancy — "— So still! 'Tis a soft sleep ! How beautiful he lies, With his fair forehead, and the rosy veins Playing so freshly in his sunny cheek ! How could they say that he would die ! Oh, God!
Seite 67 - Many long years to come, and his fair hair Will darken like his father's, and his eye Be of a deeper blue when he is grown ; And he will be so tall, and I shall look With such a pride upon him! — He to die!
Seite 34 - The historic libraries of Londonderry and Belfast gave him valuable information. He traveled from the South to the North, from the East to the West...
Seite 94 - Is couleur de rose. The summer of love Is the bloom of the heart, When hill, grove, and valley Their music impart ; And the pure glow of Heaven Is seen in fond eyes, As lakes show the rainbow That's hung in the skies.
Seite 176 - Neville was invisible. Nobody could tell what to make of her. Her beauty was, however, no questionable matter. All the parish agreed on that point. She was in deep mourning, which set off advantageously a tall and...