Poems, Legendary and HistoricalE. Moxon, 1844 - 154 páginas |
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Alipius Almanzor amid ancient Apennine ASTI beauty beneath Bertrand du Guesclin beside Black Prince blessed blest blood brave breast Brittany brow calm Charlemagne Charon child Christ Christian cold cried crown dark death deep delight divine dream earth eyes face fair faith fame fancies fear feel flowers gaze gentle glory gnomes gold grace grave Guesclin hand heart Heaven HESSEN-DARMSTADT Holda holy hope and fear King land light lonely looks Lord Lucan memory mirth morn nature never night numbers o'er once Pagan pain Palestine passed passion Passover paused plain pray prayer pride Priest Prince PYRENEES rest Rhine rock Rome rose round scorn seem'd seemed shame shore silent smile snow solemn song soon sorrow soul sound Sparta Spin spirit stood strong sweet sword Tagaste tears temple thee thou thought toil Venetian Venice Venus voice words youth
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Página 75 - Christ? 18 (For he knew that for envy they had delivered him.) 19 When he was set down on the judgment-seat, his wife sent unto him, saying, Have thou nothing to do with that just man : for I have suffered many things this day iu a dream, because of him.
Página 60 - And it came to pass, when the evil spirit from God was upon Saul, that David took an harp, and played with his hand: so Saul was refreshed, and was well, and the evil spirit departed from him.
Página 54 - And when they had sung an hymn, they went out into the mount of Olives. And Jesus saith unto them, All ye shall be offended because of me this night : for it is written, I will smite the shepherd, and the sheep shall be scattered.
Página 123 - Once more he floated on the breast of old familiar Rhine, His mother's and one other smile above him seemed to shine; A blessed dew of healing fell on every aching limb; Till the stream broadened, and the air thickened, and all was dim. 'Nature...
Página 2 - I could not leave to-day, Even with the snow and you to play. — It was on such a night as this, Six hundred years ago, The wind as loud and pitiless, As loaded with the snow, A night when you might start to meet A friend in an accustomed street, That a lone child went up and down The pathways of an ancient town. A little child, just such as you, With eyes, though clouded, just as blue, With just such long fine golden hair, But wet and rough for want of care, And just such tender totte'ring feet...
Página 128 - Few words are all the need ; And then the funeral of the heart, The course of useless speed ! The presence of the cold dead wood, The single mark and sign Of her so loved and beautiful, That handiwork divine ! The weary search for his fine form That in the depth would linger, And late success, — Oh ! leave the ring Upon that faithful finger. And if in life there lie the seed Of real enduring being ; If love and truth be not decreed To perish unforeseeing ; This Youth, the seal of death has stamped,...
Página 14 - Beggar's Castle," wayward name, Was all these fragments bore, And wherefore legendary fame Baptised them thus of yore, He told in words so sweet and true, I wish that he could tell it you. A puissant Seigneur, who in wars And tournays had renown, With wealth from prudent ancestors Sloping unbroken down, Dwelt in these towers, and held in fee All the broad lands that eye can see. . • He never tempered to the poor Misfortune's bitter blast, And when before his haughty door Widow and orphan past,...
Página 134 - O France and England ! on whose lofty crests The day-spring of the Future flows so free, Save where the cloud of your hostility Settles between, and holy light arrests, Shall Ye, first instruments of God's behests, But blunt each other ? Shall Barbarians see The two fair sisters of civility Turn a fierce wrath against each other's breasts ? No ! — by our common hope and being — no ! By the expanding might and bliss of peace, By the revealed...
Página 146 - A thousand years went by, and then I went the self-same road again. I found a country wild and rude, And, axe in hand, beside a tree, The hermit of that solitude, — I asked how old that wood might be. He spoke, — "I count not time at all, A tree may rise, a tree may fall, The forest overlives us all.
Página 13 - THE BEGGAR'S CASTLE. A STORY OF THE SOUTH OF FRANCE. THOSE ruins took my thoughts away To a far eastern land ; Like camels in a herd, they lay Upon the dull red sand ; I know not that I ever sate Within a place so desolate. Unlike the relics that connect Our hearts with ancient Time, All moss-besprent and ivy-deckt, Gracing a lenient clime, Here all was death and nothing born, — No life but the unfriendly thorn. " My little guide, whose sunny eyes And darkly-lucid skin, Witness, in spite of shrouded...