Legends and lyricsGeorge Bell and Sons, 1879 - 223 Seiten |
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... strange and hideous charm , That never failed to bring the gazer harm ? She crossed herself , yet asked , and listened still , And still the knight described with all his skill The glorious world of joy , all joys above , Transfigured ...
... strange and hideous charm , That never failed to bring the gazer harm ? She crossed herself , yet asked , and listened still , And still the knight described with all his skill The glorious world of joy , all joys above , Transfigured ...
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... strange silent force Within her heart , that drew her more and more— Onward she crawled , and begged from door to door . Weighed down with weary days , her failing strength Grew less each hour , till one day's dawn at length , As first ...
... strange silent force Within her heart , that drew her more and more— Onward she crawled , and begged from door to door . Weighed down with weary days , her failing strength Grew less each hour , till one day's dawn at length , As first ...
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... strange trouble in her heart to hear ? She raised her head ; she saw - she seemed to know- A face that came from long , long years ago : Herself ; yet not as when she fled away , The young and blooming novice , fair and gay , But a ...
... strange trouble in her heart to hear ? She raised her head ; she saw - she seemed to know- A face that came from long , long years ago : Herself ; yet not as when she fled away , The young and blooming novice , fair and gay , But a ...
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... strange desire To break some weary bond , A vague unuttered wish For what might lie beyond ! In that far world unknown , Over that distant hill , May dwell the loved and lost , Lost yet beloved still ; I have a yearning hope , Half ...
... strange desire To break some weary bond , A vague unuttered wish For what might lie beyond ! In that far world unknown , Over that distant hill , May dwell the loved and lost , Lost yet beloved still ; I have a yearning hope , Half ...
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... strange returning Of one whom all thought dead ! Not that I dream or fancy , You know all that is past ; Earth has no hope to give me , And yet : -Time flies so fast That all but the impossible Might be brought back at last . IN THE ...
... strange returning Of one whom all thought dead ! Not that I dream or fancy , You know all that is past ; Earth has no hope to give me , And yet : -Time flies so fast That all but the impossible Might be brought back at last . IN THE ...
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Alice Angel anguish Archangel bitter blessing blue blue air bride bright calm CHANGELING Christmas Eve cold comfort crimson crown cruel dark dear despair divine dread dream earth echo Effie evermore eyes fade fancy far-off fear fled flowers forget gaze gentle glory God's golden Golden days grew grief half hand happy day hear heard heart Heaven Holy Land hope kissed laid leant Life's light linger listened look love divine Love for love Love's moorland mother mountain pass murmur never night once pain passed pause peace pinions pity poor pray pride Princess Alice radiant regret rest rose seemed shadow shine sigh silent sings slowly smile sorrow soul spirit starry stars stir strange strife strove sweet tears tell Tempest tender thee thou thought to-day trembling vesper voice wailing wait watch weary wings wonder words
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Seite 34 - ... Psalm, And it lay on my fevered spirit With a touch of infinite calm. It quieted pain and sorrow, Like love overcoming strife; It seemed the harmonious echo From our discordant life. It linked all perplexed meanings Into one perfect peace, And trembled away into silence As if it were loth to cease.
Seite 209 - Slowly the rays of daylight fade ; So fade within our heart, The hopes in earthly love and joy, That one by one depart : Slowly the bright stars, one by one, Within the Heavens shine ; — Give us, Oh Lord, fresh hopes in Heaven, And trust in things divine.
Seite 208 - Before thy throne, O Lord of heaven We kneel at close of day ; Look on thy children from on high, And hear us while we pray.
Seite 184 - DEAD. lOTHINGr is our own : we hold our pleasures Just a little while, ere they are fled : One by one life robs us of our treasures ; Nothing is our own except our Dead.
Seite 187 - Earth and air Find space within my heart, and myriad things You would not deign to heed are cherished there, And vibrate on its very inmost strings. I love the Summer, with her ebb and flow Of light and warmth, and music, that have...
Seite 142 - I think if thou couldst see, With thy dim mortal sight, How meanings, dark to thee, Are shadows hiding light ; Truth's efforts crossed and vexed, Life's purpose all perplexed, — If thou couldst see them right, I think that they would seem all clear, and wise, and bright. And yet thou canst not know, And yet thou canst not see ; Wisdom and sight are slow In poor humanity. If thou couldst trust, poor soul, In Him who rules the whole, Thou wouldst find peace and rest : Wisdom and sight are well, but...
Seite 189 - In tender memory of such generous praise. I love all those who love you ; all who owe Comfort to you : and I can find regret Even for those poorer hearts who once could know And once could love you, and can now forget...
Seite 190 - HE fettered Spirits linger In purgatorial pain, With penal fires effacing Their last faint earthly stain, Which Life's imperfect sorrow Had tried to cleanse in vain. Yet, on each feast of Mary Their sorrow finds release, For the Great Archangel Michael Comes down and bids it cease ; And the name of these brief respites Is called "Our Lady's Peace.
Seite 40 - ... his time was brief ; The mourner was nursing Her own pale grief ; They heard not the promise That brought relief. But fiercer the Tempest Rose than before, When. the Angel paused At a humble door, And asked for shelter And help once more. A weary woman, Pale, worn, and thin, With the brand upon her Of want and sin, Heard the Child Angel And took her in. Took her in gently, And did her best To dry her pinions ; And made her rest With tender pity Upon her breast. When the eastern morning Grew bright...
Seite 95 - It rose in harmonious rushing Of mingled voices and strings, And I tenderly laid my message On the Music's outspread wings. I heard it float farther and farther, In sound more perfect than speech ; Farther than sight can follow, Farther than soul can reach. And I know that at last my message Has passed through the golden gate : So my heart is no longer restless, And I am content to wait.