...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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...are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads,0 And, ringing, springs from brand and mail ; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving...shelter yields; But blessed forms in whistling storms Ply o'er waste fens0 and windy fields. A maiden0 knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear;...

...Galaliad he says : — The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, spin's from brand and mail, But o'er the dark a glory spreads And gilds the driving hail. Which is exactly the same as Virgil's Tara multa in tectis crepitane salit hórrida grando. And the...

...readers the facts known or asserted of spiritualism itself. Boldly we record their stories : — " A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear." ID the January number of the Westminster Review will be found an article giving a history of spiritualism,...

...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...climb the height; No branchy thicket shelter yields; 4. The seats are empty. 5. A vessel in which incense is burned. 6. Mountain-lakes. 7. Awe-inspiring....

...beautifully expressed in Tennyson's poem, "Sir Galahad" ; for if we would find the Holy Grail we too must be, "A maiden Knight — to me is given such hope, I know not fear." Then will we hear in all nature the voice of the angelic hosts, as did he. "Then move the trees, the...

...streets are dumh with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from hrand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads And gilds the driving hail. I leave the plain, I climh the height ; No hranchy thirket shelter yields; But hlessed forms in whiskmg storms Fly o'er...

...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....breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. / muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace,...