The Belfry of Bruges and Other PoemsGeorge Slater, 1849 - 159 Seiten |
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... Fate ! Into those realms of love and hate , Into that darkness blank and drear , By some prophetic feeling taught , I launch the bold , adventurous thought , Freighted with hope and fear ; As upon subterranean streams TO A CHILD . 57.
... Fate ! Into those realms of love and hate , Into that darkness blank and drear , By some prophetic feeling taught , I launch the bold , adventurous thought , Freighted with hope and fear ; As upon subterranean streams TO A CHILD . 57.
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... feeling of sadness comes o'er me , That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing , That is not 82 22 POEMS . The day is done.
... feeling of sadness comes o'er me , That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing , That is not 82 22 POEMS . The day is done.
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... feeling And banish the thoughts of day . Not from the grand old masters Not from the bards sublime , Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of time . For , like strains of martial music , Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's ...
... feeling And banish the thoughts of day . Not from the grand old masters Not from the bards sublime , Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of time . For , like strains of martial music , Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's ...
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... is pealing , And every feeling Within me responds To the dismal knell ; Shadows are trailing , My neart is bewailing And tolling within Like a funeral bell . TO AN OLD DANISH SONG - BOOK WELCOME , my AFTERNOON IN FEBRUARY . 87.
... is pealing , And every feeling Within me responds To the dismal knell ; Shadows are trailing , My neart is bewailing And tolling within Like a funeral bell . TO AN OLD DANISH SONG - BOOK WELCOME , my AFTERNOON IN FEBRUARY . 87.
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... Feels , but scarcely feels , a trembling In his pierced and bleeding palm . And by all the world forsaken , Sees he how with zealous care At the ruthless nail of iron A little bird is striving there . Stained with blood and never tiring ...
... Feels , but scarcely feels , a trembling In his pierced and bleeding palm . And by all the world forsaken , Sees he how with zealous care At the ruthless nail of iron A little bird is striving there . Stained with blood and never tiring ...
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Albrecht Dürer ancient timepiece Annie of Tharaw beautiful beheld BELFRY OF BRUGES bells Beneath birds breathed burgomaster CATHEDRAL DOOR chamber Charlemagne chimes choir church of sainted cloud dark dost dream drifting earth FANCY BOARDS Flanders Fleece of Gold Forever never Forever-never Forevermore GEORGE SAND Ghent Gleam golden H. W. LONGFELLOW hand Hans Sachs hath its pearls hear heaven hemlock tree holy JOHN Bibl Bodl JULIUS MOSEN land loud maiden fair Maximilian Minnesingers Minnewater Namur nest Never-forever night numbers Nuremberg o'er old Flemish city old Silenus once painted poem poet poet's price ONE SHILLING quaint old Flemish rain RESTLESS HEART rhymes rise river roar sainted Sebald sang sculpture seaweed shadows silent Silenus SLATER'S Sleep slumbered song sorrow sound stands stars sweet thee Thou art thought toil tower town of Bruges Twelve Apostles Twelve Wise Masters village VOGELWEIDE voice wandering Wartburg Wassail wild window youth