Twilight Hours: A Legacy of VerseStrahan, 1868 - 300 pagina's |
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Pagina vii
... small volume came to me by post , directed to Queen's College , Harley Street , 66 With the grateful regards of the author , an old pupil , these first essays in composition . " The book consisted of stories for young children , and ...
... small volume came to me by post , directed to Queen's College , Harley Street , 66 With the grateful regards of the author , an old pupil , these first essays in composition . " The book consisted of stories for young children , and ...
Pagina xiv
... small memorial gift , with a few words of what seemed only a kind greeting for the season . When I returned , it was to learn that those few words were to be the last ; that the gift had been sent with the consciousness that it might be ...
... small memorial gift , with a few words of what seemed only a kind greeting for the season . When I returned , it was to learn that those few words were to be the last ; that the gift had been sent with the consciousness that it might be ...
Pagina 38
... Small . " Beneath a northern light my father sat , Conversing with the stars from night till morn , While I sometimes would stand beside his knee And gaze at Cassiopeia , till I saw " The lady in the chair , " and said she had My cousin ...
... Small . " Beneath a northern light my father sat , Conversing with the stars from night till morn , While I sometimes would stand beside his knee And gaze at Cassiopeia , till I saw " The lady in the chair , " and said she had My cousin ...
Pagina 38
... Small . " Beneath a northern light my father sat , Conversing with the stars from night till morn , While I sometimes would stand beside his knee And gaze at Cassiopeia , till I saw " The lady in the chair , " and said she had My cousin ...
... Small . " Beneath a northern light my father sat , Conversing with the stars from night till morn , While I sometimes would stand beside his knee And gaze at Cassiopeia , till I saw " The lady in the chair , " and said she had My cousin ...
Pagina 146
... small , The misery of man is great on him , And one event still happeneth to all . Of making many books there is no end , Much study still to weariness doth come ; But they who study not do brutish grow , — Man was not given language to ...
... small , The misery of man is great on him , And one event still happeneth to all . Of making many books there is no end , Much study still to weariness doth come ; But they who study not do brutish grow , — Man was not given language to ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Agnes Agnus Dei Andromache angel Baal birds blessing blind breeze bright brother brow burning lake calm cheek child Christ in heaven coast-guard Cophetua crimson Crown 8vo darkness darling Dean of Canterbury dear dearest death deep despair dream dumb dying evermore evil eyes fair fairy faith Father fear feet flowers foolish song forward cast Gloriana Good-bye Gregory hand hath heart HENRY ALFORD Holy king kiss knew light lips live look Lord hear thee love doth love is dead Margaret moan mother mountain MOUNTAIN PASSES never night o'er once pain pray PRYNNES queen rain repent RITORNELLO shadow shining sing sleep smile softly song sorrow and sighing soul sound of sunshine strange sweet tears tell tender thine things thou hast thought twas VESUVIUS wait wandering weary weeping wind Wisdom King word
Populaire passages
Pagina 124 - That the strongest wander farthest and most hopelessly are lost? That the mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain, And the anguish of the singer makes the sweetness of the strain ? "I have many things to tell you, but ye cannot bear them now.
Pagina 288 - Not so, not so, no load of woe Need bring despairing frown : For while we bear it, we can bear, Past that, we lay it down.
Pagina 78 - The land is ours, the foe is ours, now rest, my men," he said. But while he spoke there came a band of foot-sore, panting men: " The latest prisoner, my lord, we took him in the glen, And left behind dead hostages that we would come again." The victor spoke : " Thou, Persian dog ! hast cost more lives than thine. That was thy will, and thou shouldst die full thrice, if I had mine. Dost know thy fate, thy just reward ? " The Persian bent his head, " I know both sides of victory, and only grieve,"...
Pagina 150 - I knew not when my life was good, And when there was a light upon my path, But turned my soul perversely to the dark — O Lord, I do repent.
Pagina 151 - Because Thou hast borne with me all this while, Hast smitten me with love until I weep, Hast called me as a mother calls her child — O Lord...
Pagina 79 - and while I live, I fight; So, see you to your victory, for 'tis undone this night ; Omar, the worthy, battle fair is but thy god-like right.
Pagina 67 - Heaven," your mother said softly. And Susie sighed "So far away!" — Tis nearer, Will, now to us all. It is strange how that fellow sleeps ! stranger still that his sleep should haunt me; If I could but command his face, to make sure of the lesser ill : I will crawl to his side and see, for what should there be to daunt me ? What there ? what there...