The White Czar: And Other PoemsWard, Lock, & Company, 1880 - 115 psl. |
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... sound of doors that close , And of feet that pass them by ! Grown familiar with disfavour , Grown familiar with the savour Of the bread by which men die ! But to - day , they knew not why , Like the gate of Paradise Seemed the convent ...
... sound of doors that close , And of feet that pass them by ! Grown familiar with disfavour , Grown familiar with the savour Of the bread by which men die ! But to - day , they knew not why , Like the gate of Paradise Seemed the convent ...
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... sound is there ; No more the Curate comes at night , No more is seen the unsteady light , Threading the alleys of the park ; The windows of the hall are dark , The chambers dreary , cold , and bare ! At length , at last , when the ...
... sound is there ; No more the Curate comes at night , No more is seen the unsteady light , Threading the alleys of the park ; The windows of the hall are dark , The chambers dreary , cold , and bare ! At length , at last , when the ...
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... sound of wheels and hoofs in the stree A cracking of whips , and scamper of feet , Voices are shouting , and horns are blown , The Baron hath come again to his own .. The Curate is waiting in the hall , Most eager and alive of all To ...
... sound of wheels and hoofs in the stree A cracking of whips , and scamper of feet , Voices are shouting , and horns are blown , The Baron hath come again to his own .. The Curate is waiting in the hall , Most eager and alive of all To ...
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... Sound . Through Kattegat and Skager - rack She flitteth like a ghost ; By day and night , by night and day , She bounds , she flies upon her way Along the English coast . Cape Finistere is drawing near , Cape Finistere is past ; Into ...
... Sound . Through Kattegat and Skager - rack She flitteth like a ghost ; By day and night , by night and day , She bounds , she flies upon her way Along the English coast . Cape Finistere is drawing near , Cape Finistere is past ; Into ...
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... sound is in his ears Of the murmur of the bees In the shining chestnut - trees ; Nothing else he heeds or hears . All the landscape seems to swoon In the happy afternoon ; Slowly o'er his senses creep The encroaching waves of sleep ...
... sound is in his ears Of the murmur of the bees In the shining chestnut - trees ; Nothing else he heeds or hears . All the landscape seems to swoon In the happy afternoon ; Slowly o'er his senses creep The encroaching waves of sleep ...
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A. B. Frost Amurath Atri Batyushka beautiful BEETON'S BOOK behold bell BELL OF ATRI Beneath blue breast brooklet brooklet cool Captain Carmilhan Castine cloud Coloured convent cool and sweet Curate dark dead Demy 8vo door DORSET BUILDINGS dream Edition Engravings ERCKMANN-CHATRIAN eyes feet fire fleet flowers gate Gosudar Half-bound half-calf hand hath heard heart Iskander J. G. Holland John Habberton John Lang John Mills Kabylia King Klaboterman Kyrat land leaves Les Misérables light LOCK look loud Margaret Catchpole Mark Twain Martha Hilton mist mountain mysterious never night o'er old chateau passed pause Poems poets prayed Published by Ward river ROBERT SCOTT BURN sails SALISBURY SQUARE shining ship song sound splendour star stay steed stone street summer Sylvester Judd thee thine thou tide tower town Turn unto uplifted Valdemar Victor Hugo Vision walls wander WARWICK HOUSE wheel White Czar wind wings
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14 psl. - What fair renown, what honor, what repute Can come to you from starving this poor brute '! He who serves well and speaks not, merits more Than they who clamor loudest at the door. Therefore the law decrees that as this steed Served you in youth, henceforth you shall take heed To comfort his old age, and to provide Shelter in stall, and food and field beside.
63 psl. - Turn, turn, my wheel! Turn round and round Without a pause, without a sound: So spins the flying world away! This clay, well mixed with marl and sand, Follows the motion of my hand; For some must follow, and some command, Though all are made of clay!
105 psl. - Were a star quenched on high, For ages would its light, Still traveling downward from the sky, Shine on our mortal sight. So when a great man dies, For years beyond our ken, The light he leaves behind him lies Upon the paths of men.
83 psl. - ... Minnesingers in old black-letter, Sound in his ears more sweet than yours, And if yours are not sweeter and wilder and better. Sing to him, say to him, here at his gate, Where the boughs of the stately elms are meeting, Some one hath lingered to meditate, And send him unseen this friendly greeting ; That many another hath done the same, Though not by a sound was the silence broken ; The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.
8 psl. - Over floor and wall and ceiling. But he paused with awe-struck feeling At the threshold of his door, For the Vision still was standing As he left it there before, When the convent bell appalling, From its belfry calling, calling, Summoned him to feed the poor. Through the long hour intervening It had waited his return, And he felt his bosom burn, Comprehending all the meaning, When the Blessed Vision said, " Hadst thou stayed, I must have fled !
107 psl. - As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor, Still gazing at them through the open door, Nor wholly reassured and comforted By promises of others in their stead, \\ Inch, though more splendid, may not please him more; So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest...
96 psl. - You ask in vain ; We know of no king but Herod the Great ! " They thought the Wise Men were men insane, As they spurred their horses across the plain, Like riders in haste, and who cannot wait.
13 psl. - Syndic and the rest, Maintaining, in an angry undertone, That he should do what pleased him with his own. And thereupon the Syndic gravely read The proclamation of the King ; then said : " Pride goeth forth on horseback grand and gay, But cometh back on foot, and begs its way ; Fame is the...
80 psl. - And even as I prayed The answering tempest came; It came with a mighty power, Shaking the windows and walls, And tolling the bell in the tower, As it tolls at funerals. The lightning suddenly Unsheathed its flaming sword, And I cried: "Stand still, and see The salvation of the Lord!
105 psl. - Death takes us by surprise, And stays our hurrying feet; The great design unfinished lies, Our lives are incomplete. But in the dark unknown Perfect their circles seem, Even as a bridge's arch of stone Is rounded in the stream.