De Mowbray, a legend, and other poems1854 |
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... heaven above ; There's not beneath the sky a flower But feels the influence of its power ; And as the darkness o'er it throws Her mystic shroud - its leaflets close As if within itself it drew Some silent grief - 12 DE MOWBRAY .
... heaven above ; There's not beneath the sky a flower But feels the influence of its power ; And as the darkness o'er it throws Her mystic shroud - its leaflets close As if within itself it drew Some silent grief - 12 DE MOWBRAY .
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... o'er each hill and dell , Its holy music flinging ! * It was anciently the custom in England , as it is in Catholic countries at the present time , for the church bell to ring thrice in the day ; viz . , morning , noon , and evening ...
... o'er each hill and dell , Its holy music flinging ! * It was anciently the custom in England , as it is in Catholic countries at the present time , for the church bell to ring thrice in the day ; viz . , morning , noon , and evening ...
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James Flockhart. While o'er yon sacred pile there gleams The rising moon , whose trembling beams On clustered shafts their glories pour , That they with crocket , spire , and tower , And fretted arch and corbel gray , In bold relief ...
James Flockhart. While o'er yon sacred pile there gleams The rising moon , whose trembling beams On clustered shafts their glories pour , That they with crocket , spire , and tower , And fretted arch and corbel gray , In bold relief ...
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... o'er the sea of life ; We hail with joy thy lovely form Smiling through the warring strife ; Ave Maris Stella . Then ceased that pure and holy strain , Nor met the listening ear again , ' Twas wafted to the Ribble's side , And o'er its ...
... o'er the sea of life ; We hail with joy thy lovely form Smiling through the warring strife ; Ave Maris Stella . Then ceased that pure and holy strain , Nor met the listening ear again , ' Twas wafted to the Ribble's side , And o'er its ...
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... , The sun hath left his eastern bed ; And o'er the beautiful summer flowers His golden light hath brightly shed . The dew drops hang on every spray And glitter in his brilliant ray ; While , wafted on the zephyr's wings The bright -
... , The sun hath left his eastern bed ; And o'er the beautiful summer flowers His golden light hath brightly shed . The dew drops hang on every spray And glitter in his brilliant ray ; While , wafted on the zephyr's wings The bright -
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Palavras e frases frequentes
15th Hussars amid ancient angel AUGUSTIN THIERRY Ave Maris Stella beauty beneath birds bloom breast bright castle Church cloth gilt Convocation Crown 8vo dark deep delight Doctor of Philosophy dream dwell earth earthly EMMELINE STUART WORTLEY EPAMINONDAS fade fair Fcap fear feel floated gazed gentle GEORGE STANLEY FABER gilt edges glittering grief HARRIET BEECHER STOWE hast hath heart Heaven History holy hope hour Illustrations Inez JOSEPH WOLF Lady EMMELINE STUART light lonely mind misery's morocco Mowbray nature night o'er peace Penwortham Poems poetical Post 8vo prayer Printed in colours Priory rest Ribble's ROBERT ARIS WILLMOTT Scottish Highlanders Second Edition sewed shed sigh sight silent Sir ROBERT RICH sleep Small 4to smile soon soul spirit sweet sweetly tale tear thee things THIRD ESTATE THOMAS CARLYLE thou thoughts trembling Twas volume watch wild wind WOLF woods written young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 73 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Página 11 - n belle donne oneste atti soavi Sono un deserto, e fere aspre, e selvagge. SONETTO. QUEL Rosignuul che sì soave piagne Forse suoi figli, o sua cara consorte, Di 'dolcezza empie il cielo e le campagne Con tante note sì pietose e scorte, E tutta notte par che m' accompagne, E mi rammento la mia dura sorte ; Ch' altri che me non ho di cui mi lagne ; Che 'n Dee non credev
Página 70 - The umbrageous oak, in pomp outspread. Full oft, when storms the welkin rend, Draws lightning down upon the head It promised to defend. But thou art true, incarnate Lord, Who didst vouchsafe for man to die; Thy smile is sure, thy plighted word No change can falsify!
Página 77 - Jessica : look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ; There's not the smallest orb which thou beholdest, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubim.
Página 67 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flow'rets of a thousand hues.
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