The Lady of La GarayeMacmillan, 1871 - 153 sider |
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... ever teeming store Of thought and knowledge , happy memory brings So much of social wit and sage's lore , Garnered and gleaned by me as precious things : Kinsman of him whose very name soon grew Unreal as B 2 DEDICATION. ...
... ever teeming store Of thought and knowledge , happy memory brings So much of social wit and sage's lore , Garnered and gleaned by me as precious things : Kinsman of him whose very name soon grew Unreal as B 2 DEDICATION. ...
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... bring the hunters ' mirth ; And the long hour creeps by - too long - too long ; Till the chance music of a peasant's song Breaks the hard silence with a human hope , And Claud starts up and gazes down the slope ; And from a wandering ...
... bring the hunters ' mirth ; And the long hour creeps by - too long - too long ; Till the chance music of a peasant's song Breaks the hard silence with a human hope , And Claud starts up and gazes down the slope ; And from a wandering ...
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... - stone ! Never again those rides so gladly shared , So much enjoyed , —in which so much was dared To prove no peril from the gate or brook , - Need bring the shadow of an anxious look , To 64 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE .
... - stone ! Never again those rides so gladly shared , So much enjoyed , —in which so much was dared To prove no peril from the gate or brook , - Need bring the shadow of an anxious look , To 64 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE .
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Caroline Sheridan Norton. Need bring the shadow of an anxious look , To mar the pleasant ray of proud surprise That shone from out those dear protecting eyes . No more swift hurrying through the summer rain , That showered light silver ...
Caroline Sheridan Norton. Need bring the shadow of an anxious look , To mar the pleasant ray of proud surprise That shone from out those dear protecting eyes . No more swift hurrying through the summer rain , That showered light silver ...
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... bring relief , Because , though misery holds him , yet his dreams More dreadful were than all around him seems : - So , in the life grown real of loss and woe , She woke to crippled days ; which , sad and slow And infinitely weary as ...
... bring relief , Because , though misery holds him , yet his dreams More dreadful were than all around him seems : - So , in the life grown real of loss and woe , She woke to crippled days ; which , sad and slow And infinitely weary as ...
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beauty bitter bless bloom breast breath Breton bright Brittany careless cheek cheer Claud cold Count de la Crooked and sick dead dear death delight Dinan doom dream duc d'Orléans duction earth echo Edited evermore eyes fading faint feet flowers footsteps fresh Garaye Garaye's gaze gentle Gertrude glad glimmering gloom God's golden gone grief gushing hand happy hath heart Heaven Heir of Redclyffe helpless hope human kiss La Garaye la Motte-Piquet Lady Lady of La leaps Life's lifts light lingering lips lonely look Love's man's moan morning mournful neath never night noble o'er pain pale pass pity pleasant prison restless ROBERT BURNS round Ruins seems shade shadow shining sigh silence silver sink smile song sorrow soul sound sting suffering sunbeam sweet tears tender thee things thou thought thrill trembling Twas voice walls weary weep wild words yearning young youth
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Side 150 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.
Side 151 - Lo ! in that house of misery A lady with a lamp I see Pass through the glimmering gloom, And flit from room to room. And slow, as in a dream of bliss, The speechless sufferer turns to kiss Her shadow, as it falls Upon the darkening walls. As if a door in heaven should be Opened and then closed suddenly, The vision came and went, The light shone and was spent. On England's annals, through the long Hereafter of her speech and song, That light its rays shall cast From portals of the past. A Lady with...
Side 150 - Thus thought I, as by night I read Of the great army of the dead, The trenches cold and damp, The starved and frozen camp, — The wounded from the battle-plain, In dreary hospitals of pain, The cheerless corridors, The cold and stony floors. Lo ! in that house of misery A lady with a lamp I see Pass through the glimmering gloom, And flit from room to room.
Side 144 - Servant of God, well done ! They serve God well Who serve His creatures : when the funeral bell Tolls for the dead, there's nothing left of all That decks the scutcheon and the velvet pall Save this. The coronet is empty show : The strength and loveliness are hid below : The shifting wealth to others hath accrued...
Side 20 - But now succeeding generations hear Beneath the shadow of each crumbling arch The music low and drear, The muffled music of thy onward march, Made up of piping winds and rustling leaves And plashing rain-drops falling from slant eaves, And all mysterious unconnected sounds With which the place abounds. Time doth efface Each day some lingering trace Of human government and human care...
Side 38 - Like a sweet picture doth the lady stand, Still blushing as she bows ; one tiny hand, Hid by a pearl-embroidered gauntlet, holds Her whip, and her long robe's exuberant folds. The other hand is bare, and from her eyes Shades now and then the sun, or softly lies, With a caressing touch, upon the neck Of the dear glossy steed she loves to deck With saddle-housings worked in golden thread, And golden bands upon his noble head.
Side 3 - Friend of old days, of suffering, storm, and strife, Patient and kind through many a wild appeal ; In the arena of thy brilliant life Never too busy or too cold to feel...