The Lady of La GarayeMacmillan, 1871 - 153 sider |
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... think it necessary further to allude to her version of the tale ; more striking in its unadorned beauty than all the heart of the poet or romancist could make it . The Lady of La Garaye . PROLOGUE R UINS ! INTRODUCTION . 13.
... think it necessary further to allude to her version of the tale ; more striking in its unadorned beauty than all the heart of the poet or romancist could make it . The Lady of La Garaye . PROLOGUE R UINS ! INTRODUCTION . 13.
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... think the feminine beauty of her soul Tarnished by yielding to such joy's control ; Nor that the form which , like a flexile reed , Swayed with the movements of her bounding steed , Took from those graceful hours a rougher force , Or ...
... think the feminine beauty of her soul Tarnished by yielding to such joy's control ; Nor that the form which , like a flexile reed , Swayed with the movements of her bounding steed , Took from those graceful hours a rougher force , Or ...
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... - struck grief ; Claud thinks not , dreams not , plans not her relief . Strengthen him but , Oh God ! to reach the place , And let him look upon her dying face ! Let him but say farewell ! farewell , sweet love 48 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE .
... - struck grief ; Claud thinks not , dreams not , plans not her relief . Strengthen him but , Oh God ! to reach the place , And let him look upon her dying face ! Let him but say farewell ! farewell , sweet love 48 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE .
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Caroline Sheridan Norton. Fails to disturb the joy of lover's praise . Ah ! think not vanity alone doth deck With ... thinks , her lover's truth . Vain is the argument so often moved , " Who feels no jealousy hath never loved ; " She ...
Caroline Sheridan Norton. Fails to disturb the joy of lover's praise . Ah ! think not vanity alone doth deck With ... thinks , her lover's truth . Vain is the argument so often moved , " Who feels no jealousy hath never loved ; " She ...
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... thinks if he but loved her less , that he Could cheer her drooping soul with gaiety . But wonders evermore that Beauty's loss To such a soul should seem so sore a cross . Until one evening in that quiet hush That lulls the falling day ...
... thinks if he but loved her less , that he Could cheer her drooping soul with gaiety . But wonders evermore that Beauty's loss To such a soul should seem so sore a cross . Until one evening in that quiet hush That lulls the falling day ...
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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...