Twilight Hours: A Legacy of VerseStrahan, 1868 - 300 pagina's |
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Pagina x
... dead so long ago , Who never to my childish joy or woe Didst say , " That's trifling ; " mother , hear me now ; Allay the throbbing of my burning brow , And help me in the problem of my life , That I may conquer in this vital strife ...
... dead so long ago , Who never to my childish joy or woe Didst say , " That's trifling ; " mother , hear me now ; Allay the throbbing of my burning brow , And help me in the problem of my life , That I may conquer in this vital strife ...
Pagina xxiv
... dead I will fetch a police- man , and you shall be hanged . ' A tolerable notion of climac- teric oratory for a child of four years old . But Bertie has his MEMOIR . XXV tender moods when he comes to his χχίν MEMOIR .
... dead I will fetch a police- man , and you shall be hanged . ' A tolerable notion of climac- teric oratory for a child of four years old . But Bertie has his MEMOIR . XXV tender moods when he comes to his χχίν MEMOIR .
Pagina xxviii
... dead hopes lying beneath his feet as withered leaves ; his armour bright , only because it will not take a stain ; so through conflict , and darkness , and pain , he presses on , till the supreme moment comes . Then the shadowy angel ...
... dead hopes lying beneath his feet as withered leaves ; his armour bright , only because it will not take a stain ; so through conflict , and darkness , and pain , he presses on , till the supreme moment comes . Then the shadowy angel ...
Pagina xxxi
... dead out of our sight ; but home cares come just between the two - it is neither the sanctum sanc- torum , nor the outer court of the temple — and so the sellers of doves and the money - changers get in and play havoc with our peace ...
... dead out of our sight ; but home cares come just between the two - it is neither the sanctum sanc- torum , nor the outer court of the temple — and so the sellers of doves and the money - changers get in and play havoc with our peace ...
Pagina xxxvi
... A LIVING DOG THAN A DEAD LION " THE COAST - GUARD'S STORY .. THE ROUNDHEAD'S CHAUNT FRUITION .. THE HERMIT BROTHERS a . : : 88 91 95 98 100 102 .. 108 .. IIO .. 113 118 CONTENTS . xxxvii QUESTIONINGS . IS IT SO , O xxxvi CONTENTS .
... A LIVING DOG THAN A DEAD LION " THE COAST - GUARD'S STORY .. THE ROUNDHEAD'S CHAUNT FRUITION .. THE HERMIT BROTHERS a . : : 88 91 95 98 100 102 .. 108 .. IIO .. 113 118 CONTENTS . xxxvii QUESTIONINGS . IS IT SO , O xxxvi CONTENTS .
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Agnes Andromache angel Baal birds blessing blind breeze bright brother brow burning burning lake calm child Christ in heaven clouds swing coast-guard Cophetua crimson darkness darling dear dearest death deep despair dream dumb dying evermore evil eyes fair fairy faithful fear feet flowers foolish song forward cast Gloriana gone Good-bye Gregory hand hands fast hath hear heart Holy Father king kiss knew light lips live look Lord love doth love is dead Margaret Minnie Connor moan mother Mother of Jesu mountain MOUNTAIN PASSES never night o'er once pain pray PRYNNES rain repent RITORNELLO shadow shining sing sleep smile softly song sorrow and sighing soul sound of sunshine stood strange strength sweet tears tell tender thine things thou hast thought twas unto VESUVIUS wait wandering weary weep wind ye cannot bear
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...