Twilight Hours: A Legacy of VerseStrahan, 1868 - 300 pagina's |
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Pagina xi
... dreams The life we led , before the shadows fell Which blotted out the face we loved so well ! That face and thine seem never now apart . " Sweet sister mine , I know not where thou art ; I sit alone , and through the weary hours ...
... dreams The life we led , before the shadows fell Which blotted out the face we loved so well ! That face and thine seem never now apart . " Sweet sister mine , I know not where thou art ; I sit alone , and through the weary hours ...
Pagina xix
... dreams . " * " Yesterday I saw the sunset over the fields ; there was such a curious bright peacefulness over everything , the cool clear grey and blue of the sky , joined to the low green hills by a crimson line , where the sun had ...
... dreams . " * " Yesterday I saw the sunset over the fields ; there was such a curious bright peacefulness over everything , the cool clear grey and blue of the sky , joined to the low green hills by a crimson line , where the sun had ...
Pagina xxxviii
... Dream 204 13. Mountain Passes 208 14. Meeting 210 14. Ritornello 212 15. Adrift 214 15. Never Again 216 16. Trysting Time 218 16. In the Polar Seas 220 17. Dead ! my love is dead 18. After .. 222 224 NATURE APOSTATE . SONG OF THE WATER ...
... Dream 204 13. Mountain Passes 208 14. Meeting 210 14. Ritornello 212 15. Adrift 214 15. Never Again 216 16. Trysting Time 218 16. In the Polar Seas 220 17. Dead ! my love is dead 18. After .. 222 224 NATURE APOSTATE . SONG OF THE WATER ...
Pagina 12
... perfumed air ; Lift not her tresses fair , Stir not the soul from its sleep ; Let the tune dream on : In the time when we wake to weep All will be gone . FINETTE ` INETTE was young , Finette was fair , 12 PASTORALS .
... perfumed air ; Lift not her tresses fair , Stir not the soul from its sleep ; Let the tune dream on : In the time when we wake to weep All will be gone . FINETTE ` INETTE was young , Finette was fair , 12 PASTORALS .
Pagina 12
... perfumed air ; Lift not her tresses fair , Stir not the soul from its sleep ; Let the tune dream on : In the time when we wake to weep All will be gone . FINETTE FINETTE was young , Finette was fair , And 12 PASTORALS .
... perfumed air ; Lift not her tresses fair , Stir not the soul from its sleep ; Let the tune dream on : In the time when we wake to weep All will be gone . FINETTE FINETTE was young , Finette was fair , And 12 PASTORALS .
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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...