Thro' dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn, The streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads And gilds the driving hail. I leave the plain,... The Educator-journal - Seite 261900Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | 1923 - 260 Seiten
...streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving...storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. A maiden knight—to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often... | |
 | George Roy Elliott, Norman Foerster - 1923 - 864 Seiten
...crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail: But o'er the dark a glory spreads, 55 And gilds the driving hail. I leave the plain, I climb...whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. 60 A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven... | |
 | Clarence Edward Andrews, Milton Oswin Percival - 1924 - 624 Seiten
...ajg_dj]mb with snnw. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving...in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy iields. / »-•maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, 1 know not fear ; \, yearn to breathe the... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1924 - 774 Seiten
...ringing, springs from brand and mail ; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, 55 And gilds the driving hai1. I leave the plain, I climb the height ; No branchy...whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. 60 A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - 1910 - 964 Seiten
...ringing, springs from brand and mail ; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving h;ul. I leave the plain, I climb the height ; No branchy...yields : But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er wasto fens and windy tielcls. A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear ; I yearn... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1924 - 486 Seiten
...heart is pure.' ' So keep I fair through faith and prayer, A virgin heart in work and will.' And ' A maiden knight, to me is given Such hope I know not fear.' Then Buskin, too, wrote in ' Bibliotheca Pastorum ' of an actual knight of the 19th century, Sir Herbert... | |
 | George William McClelland - 1925 - 1178 Seiten
...Thro' dreaming towns I go, 5 ° The cock crows ere the Christmas morn, The streets are dumb with snow. w him, and will, I believe, advance him some money....me!—Charles, you say, does not know Mr. Premium? Mas. 6o A maiden knight—to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven... | |
 | William Joseph Long - 1925 - 844 Seiten
...are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, 30 And, ringing, springs from brand and mail ; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving hail. 1 the seats in the choir are empty. 2 mountain lakes. 8long loose garments. I leave the plain, I climb... | |
 | John Harrie Beveridge, Belle M. Ryan, William Dodge Lewis - 1926 - 474 Seiten
...streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving...whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven . That often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease,... | |
 | Emma Miller Bolenius - 1927 - 712 Seiten
...streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving...whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. 4 A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven... | |
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