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... Night ... 112 The Storm - Painter in his Dungeon 114 The Two Voices 116 The Parting Ship 118 The Last Tree of the Forest 120 ... The Streams .... 122 The Voice of the Wind ... 125 The Vigil of Arms 128 The Heart of Bruce in Melrose ...
... Night ... 112 The Storm - Painter in his Dungeon 114 The Two Voices 116 The Parting Ship 118 The Last Tree of the Forest 120 ... The Streams .... 122 The Voice of the Wind ... 125 The Vigil of Arms 128 The Heart of Bruce in Melrose ...
Pagina 18
... night , — “ Awake , appear , reply ! ” Hast thou been told that from the viewless bourne , The dark way never hath allow'd return ? That all , which tears can move , with life is fled , That earthly love is powerless on the dead ...
... night , — “ Awake , appear , reply ! ” Hast thou been told that from the viewless bourne , The dark way never hath allow'd return ? That all , which tears can move , with life is fled , That earthly love is powerless on the dead ...
Pagina 22
... night , And the hollow echoes of charge and flight , Were around Clotilde , as she knelt to pray In a chapel where the mighty lay , On the old Provençal shore ; Many a Chatillon beneath , Unstirr'd by the ringing trumpet's breath , His ...
... night , And the hollow echoes of charge and flight , Were around Clotilde , as she knelt to pray In a chapel where the mighty lay , On the old Provençal shore ; Many a Chatillon beneath , Unstirr'd by the ringing trumpet's breath , His ...
Pagina 25
... night were spoken , Whose claim unto kindred prayer was broken ; And the fire was heap'd , and the bright wine pour'd , For those , now needing nor hearth nor board ; Only a requiem , a shroud , a knell , And oh ye beloved of woman ...
... night were spoken , Whose claim unto kindred prayer was broken ; And the fire was heap'd , and the bright wine pour'd , For those , now needing nor hearth nor board ; Only a requiem , a shroud , a knell , And oh ye beloved of woman ...
Pagina 27
... night- And the sailor on the deep Hears the low chant of a funeral rite From the lordly chapel sweep : It comes with a broken and muffled tone , As if that rite were in terror done ; Yet the song ' midst the seas hath a thrilling power ...
... night- And the sailor on the deep Hears the low chant of a funeral rite From the lordly chapel sweep : It comes with a broken and muffled tone , As if that rite were in terror done ; Yet the song ' midst the seas hath a thrilling power ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
ANCESTRAL SONG art thou Auvergne bear beauty BERNARDO DEL CARPIO bless'd blessing blue streams bower breast breath bright brother brow child childhood's clouds dark dead death deep dreams dwell e'en earth faint fair farewell fill'd flowers fount gaze gentle GIULIO REGONDI glad glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave grief hath haunted heaven holy hour JOANNA BAILLIE Leonora d'Este LICHFIELD CATHEDRAL light linger lone lyre MARGUERITE OF FRANCE midst mighty mingled mirth mountain mournful night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer proud Rhine rich rose seem'd shadow shed shore shrine silent sing skies sleep smile soft solemn song soul sound spirit stranger's heart stream strong sunny sunset tree sweet Tasso tears thee thine things Thou art Thou hast thought thrilling tomb tone unto voice wander wave weep whispers wild wind wings
Populaire passages
Pagina 122 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Pagina 141 - Not there, not there, my child ! " " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair — Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, — "It is there, it is there, my child !
Pagina 62 - Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire, Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed,— Thou canst not ? — and a king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head...
Pagina 187 - Come to the sunset tree ! The day is past and gone ; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.
Pagina 61 - Amidst the pale and wildered looks of all the courtier train ; And, with a fierce, o'ermastering grasp, the rearing war-horse led, And sternly set them face to face, — the king before the dead : —
Pagina 112 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Pagina 52 - Whispered my native streams ; " Hath the spirit nursed amidst hill and grove. Still revered its first high dreams?
Pagina 193 - And when they came to Marah, they could not drink of the waters of Marah, for they were bitter : therefore the name of it was called Marah.
Pagina 140 - I HEAR thee speak of the better land, Thou call'st its children a happy band ; Mother! oh, where is that radiant shore? Shall we not seek it, and weep no more? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies glance through the myrtle boughs...
Pagina 83 - Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...