The Lady of La GarayeMacmillan, 1871 - 153 sider |
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... hope my girlish fancy drew , So faint and far his vanished presence seems . To thee I dedicate this record brief Of foreign scenes and deeds too little known ; This tale of noble souls who conquered grief By dint of tending sufferings ...
... hope my girlish fancy drew , So faint and far his vanished presence seems . To thee I dedicate this record brief Of foreign scenes and deeds too little known ; This tale of noble souls who conquered grief By dint of tending sufferings ...
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... hope lies strown . So , if in years to come my words abide― Words of the dead to stir some living brain- When thoughtful readers lay my book aside , Musing on all it tells of joy and pain , Towards thee , good heart , towards thee their ...
... hope lies strown . So , if in years to come my words abide― Words of the dead to stir some living brain- When thoughtful readers lay my book aside , Musing on all it tells of joy and pain , Towards thee , good heart , towards thee their ...
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... hope abound , And shakes their trembling ripeness to the ground . But hark , a sudden shout Of laughter and a nimble giddy rout , Who know not yet what saddened hours may mean , Come dancing through the scene ! Ruins ! Ruins ! let us ...
... hope abound , And shakes their trembling ripeness to the ground . But hark , a sudden shout Of laughter and a nimble giddy rout , Who know not yet what saddened hours may mean , Come dancing through the scene ! Ruins ! Ruins ! let us ...
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... hope to make a mimic heaven , And sank , -from being wingless angels , -low Into the depths of mean and abject woe . Why should the sweet elastic sense of joy Presage a fault ? Why should the pleasure cloy , Or turn to blame , which ...
... hope to make a mimic heaven , And sank , -from being wingless angels , -low Into the depths of mean and abject woe . Why should the sweet elastic sense of joy Presage a fault ? Why should the pleasure cloy , Or turn to blame , which ...
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... Hope ; Denied man skill to draw his horoscope ; And , to keep mortals of the present fond , Forbid the keenest sight to pierce beyond ! Falsehood from those we trusted ; cruel sneers From those whose voice was music to our ears ; Lonely ...
... Hope ; Denied man skill to draw his horoscope ; And , to keep mortals of the present fond , Forbid the keenest sight to pierce beyond ! Falsehood from those we trusted ; cruel sneers From those whose voice was music to our ears ; Lonely ...
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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...