The Lady of La GarayeJ. Bradburn, 1864 - 115 sider |
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... reddening gold , For they are bid to join the hunt to - day By Claud Marot , the lord of La Garaye ; And merry is it in his spacious halls ; Cheerful the host , whatever sport befalls , Cheerful and. The Lady of La Garaye. ...
... reddening gold , For they are bid to join the hunt to - day By Claud Marot , the lord of La Garaye ; And merry is it in his spacious halls ; Cheerful the host , whatever sport befalls , Cheerful and. The Lady of La Garaye. ...
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... Claud , could men's esteem engage ? What more be given to bless thine earthly state , Save Love , which still must crown the happiest fate ! Love , therefore , came . That sunbeam lit his life . And where he wooed , he won , a gentle 26 ...
... Claud , could men's esteem engage ? What more be given to bless thine earthly state , Save Love , which still must crown the happiest fate ! Love , therefore , came . That sunbeam lit his life . And where he wooed , he won , a gentle 26 ...
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... Claud and the lovely Lady of Garaye ; O'er hill and dale , -through fields of late reaped corn , Through woods -- wherever sounds the hunting - horn , Wherever scour the fleet hounds , fast they follow , Through tufted thickets and the ...
... Claud and the lovely Lady of Garaye ; O'er hill and dale , -through fields of late reaped corn , Through woods -- wherever sounds the hunting - horn , Wherever scour the fleet hounds , fast they follow , Through tufted thickets and the ...
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... Which wilt thou leap - oh , lady of brave heart ? Their smiling eyes have met — those eager two : She looks at Claud , as questioning which to do : He rides - reins in - looks down the torrent's 36 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE .
... Which wilt thou leap - oh , lady of brave heart ? Their smiling eyes have met — those eager two : She looks at Claud , as questioning which to do : He rides - reins in - looks down the torrent's 36 THE LADY OF LA GARAYE .
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... Claud looked back , And shook his hand to warn her from the track . In vain : the pleasant voice she loved so well Feebly re - echoed through that dreadful dell , The voice that was the music of her home Shouted in vain across that ...
... Claud looked back , And shook his hand to warn her from the track . In vain : the pleasant voice she loved so well Feebly re - echoed through that dreadful dell , The voice that was the music of her home Shouted in vain across that ...
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beauty bitter bless bloom breast breath Breton bright Brittany careless cheek cheer Claud cold Count de la Crooked and sick crumbling dead dear death Dinan doom dream duc d'Orléans eager earth echo evermore eyes fading faint feet flowers footsteps forever fresh Garaye Garaye's gaze gentle Gertrude glad glimmering gloom God's golden gone grief gushing hand happy HARVARD COLLEGE hath heart Heaven 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 morn mournful neath never night noble o'er pain pale passed pity pleasant prison restless round Ruins seems seigneur shade shadow shining sigh silence silver sink smile song sorrow soul sound sting suffering sunbeam sunny sweet tears tender thee things thou thought thrill trembling Twas voice walls weary weep wild words yearning young youth
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Side 113 - On England's annals, through the long Hereafter of her speech and song, That light its rays shall cast From portals of the past. SANTA FILOMENA. 67 A lady with a lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.
Side 113 - ... 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 a lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood. Nor even shall be wanting here The palm, the lily, and the spear, The symbols that of yore Saint Filomena bore.
Side 47 - Crooked and sick for ever she must be : Her life of wild activity and glee Was with the past, the future was a life Dismal and feeble ; full of suffering ; rife With chill denials of accustomed joy, Continual torment and obscure annoy. Blighted in all her bloom — her withered frame Must now inherit age ; young but in name. Never could she, at close of some long day Of pain that strove with hope, exulting lay A tiny new-born infant on her breast...
Side 19 - Each day some lingering trace Of human government and human care : The things of air And earth, usurp the walls to be their own; Creatures that dwell alone, Occupy boldly: every mouldering nook Wherein we peer and look, Seems with wild denizens so swarming rife, We know the healthy stir of human life Must be forever gone! The walls where hung the warriors...
Side 103 - All varying forms of sickness and distress, And many a poor worn face that hath not smiled For years, and many a feeble, crippled child, Blesses the tall white portal where they stand, And the dear Lady of the liberal hand.
Side 12 - They died within two years of each other, and were buried among their poor...
Side 108 - 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, And learning cheers not the grave's solitude.
Side 105 - Garaye," written by Mrs. Norton. The story is that of the last owners of the chateau, the Comte Claude Marot and his wife. A few lines of the poem may not be inappropriate here, as we take leave of Dinan and its delightful neighbourhood: " Go forth in snow-white cap and sable gown, Tending the sick and hungry in the town, And show dim pictures on their quiet walls Of those who dwelt in Garaye' s ruined halls." Leaving Dinan, our party betook themselves westward to Lamballe, pausing at the Hotel de...
Side 7 - Stood listening to thce in some brilliant crowd, With the warm triumph of a youthful smile. Oh ! little now remains of all that was ! Even for this gift of linking measured words, My heart oft questions, with discouraged pause, Does music linger in the slackening chords? Yet, friend, I feel not that all power is fled, While offering to thee, for the kindly years, The intangible gift of thought, whose silver thread Heaven keeps untarnished by our bitterest tears.
Side 108 - 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, And learning cheers not the grave's solitude.