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... dead , because that he had fallen Into the hands of robbers fierce and cruel , Who heartlessly had stripped him ; deeply wounded ; And left him bleeding on the lone wayside ; - Can it have been that one , with this side moving , Did ...
... dead , because that he had fallen Into the hands of robbers fierce and cruel , Who heartlessly had stripped him ; deeply wounded ; And left him bleeding on the lone wayside ; - Can it have been that one , with this side moving , Did ...
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... to escape The fearful bondage of the smoke - fill'd cage , That holds them prisoners , strongly as the grave Doth hold its quiet dead . A whirlwind strong , On wheels that grate and burn , drives to and 28 THE TIDE OF EVEN .
... to escape The fearful bondage of the smoke - fill'd cage , That holds them prisoners , strongly as the grave Doth hold its quiet dead . A whirlwind strong , On wheels that grate and burn , drives to and 28 THE TIDE OF EVEN .
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... dead of night To make the traveller lighter by his purse , And weaker for his wounds . It has been told , Moreover , how that on the moors at midnight , The traveller has been lost , and never found . Enter the inn , and rest thee till ...
... dead of night To make the traveller lighter by his purse , And weaker for his wounds . It has been told , Moreover , how that on the moors at midnight , The traveller has been lost , and never found . Enter the inn , and rest thee till ...
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... dead Been raised again to life , to teach mankind That there's a state of being after this , Beyond the noisy world , and silent grave ? But here death reigns . And , as the Tide of Even Husheth the valley into peaceful slumber , And ...
... dead Been raised again to life , to teach mankind That there's a state of being after this , Beyond the noisy world , and silent grave ? But here death reigns . And , as the Tide of Even Husheth the valley into peaceful slumber , And ...
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... Dead they bear One of a ripe old age , —a good old man , Who had become , a second time , a child . He had been waiting for this Tide of Even , As one who waiteth for the welcome hour That changes hope to joy . And tho ' he seem'd By ...
... Dead they bear One of a ripe old age , —a good old man , Who had become , a second time , a child . He had been waiting for this Tide of Even , As one who waiteth for the welcome hour That changes hope to joy . And tho ' he seem'd By ...
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The Tide of Even, and Other Poems, with Tales and Songs John Swain (Writer of Verse ) Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2015 |
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Сторінка 81 - And now — behold him kneeling there By the child's side, in humble prayer, While the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one, And hymns of joy proclaim through heaven The triumph of a soul forgiven...
Сторінка 81 - Twas a bright smile the Angel threw From heaven's gate, to hail that tear Her harbinger of glory near. " Joy, joy for ever ! my task is done — The gates are passed, and heaven is won ! Oh ! am I not happy?
Сторінка 76 - No, no ! When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart must perish too. Then turn to me, my own love, turn, Before, like thee, I fade and burn ; Cling to these yet cool lips and share The last pure life that lingers there.
Сторінка 139 - Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are rude for thee ; But oh ! the choice what heart can doubt Of tents with love, or thrones without ? Our rocks are rough, but smiling there Th' acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor lov'd the less For flowering in a wilderness.
Сторінка 140 - A gem away, that thou hadst sworn Should ever in thy heart be worn. Come, if the love thou hast for me Is pure and fresh as mine for thee, — Fresh as the fountain under ground...
Сторінка 81 - thou blessed child ! When, young and haply pure as thou, I look'd and pray'd like thee ; but now — " He hung his head ; each nobler aim And hope and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's hour, that instant came Fresh o'er him, and he wept — he wept! Blest tears of soul-felt penitence ! In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.
Сторінка 77 - O'er all the enchanted regions there, How beauteous must have been the glow, The life, the sparkling from below! Fair gardens, shining streams, with ranks Of golden melons on their banks, More golden where the sunlight falls; Gay lizards, glittering on the...
Сторінка 126 - One, — what a rapture is his. Who in moonlight and music thus sweetly may glide O'er the Lake of Cashmere, with that One by his side ! If woman can make the worst wilderness dear. Think, think what a heaven she must make of Cashmere...
Сторінка 97 - I never loved a tree or flower but 'twas the first to fade away ; I never nursed a dear Gazelle, to glad me with its soft black eye, but when it came to know me well, and love me, it was sure to marry a marketgardener.
Сторінка 27 - And music, too — dear music ! that can touch Beyond all else the soul that loves it much — Now heard far off, so far as but to seem Like the faint, exquisite music of a dream; All was too much for him, too full of bliss, The heart could nothing feel, that felt not this...