Twilight Hours: A Legacy of VerseStrahan, 1868 - 300 pagina's |
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Pagina vii
... fair measure of success in the not inglorious region of the literature of the nursery . But mingling with the prose there were also , scattered here and there , brought in with a visible want of connexion which showed that they belonged ...
... fair measure of success in the not inglorious region of the literature of the nursery . But mingling with the prose there were also , scattered here and there , brought in with a visible want of connexion which showed that they belonged ...
Pagina ix
... fair , And the town is overclouded , Yet we still continue there ; " Even till the spring returneth , Bringing with it brighter birds , Unto whom the city people Give their love and gentle words ; ix " And we , yet again descending To ...
... fair , And the town is overclouded , Yet we still continue there ; " Even till the spring returneth , Bringing with it brighter birds , Unto whom the city people Give their love and gentle words ; ix " And we , yet again descending To ...
Pagina xiii
... fair place some day among our lady novelists . The poems which appeared in the other serials I have named , gave promise , as it seemed to me , of something higher . So far as I was able to exercise any influence over her , it was.
... fair place some day among our lady novelists . The poems which appeared in the other serials I have named , gave promise , as it seemed to me , of something higher . So far as I was able to exercise any influence over her , it was.
Pagina 12
... 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 .
... 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
... 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 .
... 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 .
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...