PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1856 - 284 Seiten |
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... tell by seeing clay in the potter's hands , what it was in its native pit . These scenes have , therefore , been laid principally in Eliza- beth's absence , in order to preserve their only use and meaning . So rough and common life a ...
... tell by seeing clay in the potter's hands , what it was in its native pit . These scenes have , therefore , been laid principally in Eliza- beth's absence , in order to preserve their only use and meaning . So rough and common life a ...
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... Tell us , how of old our saintly mothers Schooled themselves by vigil , fast , and prayer ; Learnt to love as Jesus loved before them , While they bore the cross which poor men bear . III . Tell us how our stout crusading fathers Fought ...
... Tell us , how of old our saintly mothers Schooled themselves by vigil , fast , and prayer ; Learnt to love as Jesus loved before them , While they bore the cross which poor men bear . III . Tell us how our stout crusading fathers Fought ...
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Charles Kingsley, Frederick Denison Maurice. IV . Tell us how the sexless workers , thronging , Angel - tended , round the convent doors , Wrought to Christian faith and holy order Savage hearts alike and barren moors . V. Ye who built ...
Charles Kingsley, Frederick Denison Maurice. IV . Tell us how the sexless workers , thronging , Angel - tended , round the convent doors , Wrought to Christian faith and holy order Savage hearts alike and barren moors . V. Ye who built ...
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... tell your nurse your griefs ; we ' ll weep together , Strangers in this strange land ! Eliz . I am most friendless . The Landgravine and Agnes - you may see them Begrudge the food I eat , and call me friend Of knaves and serving - maids ...
... tell your nurse your griefs ; we ' ll weep together , Strangers in this strange land ! Eliz . I am most friendless . The Landgravine and Agnes - you may see them Begrudge the food I eat , and call me friend Of knaves and serving - maids ...
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... tell me , nurse ! is she in heaven or hell ? Isen . God knows , my child : there are masses for her soul , Each day in every Zingar minster sung . Eliz . But was she holy ? —Died she in the Lord ? Isen . ( weeps . ) Oh , God ! SCENE I ...
... tell me , nurse ! is she in heaven or hell ? Isen . God knows , my child : there are masses for her soul , Each day in every Zingar minster sung . Eliz . But was she holy ? —Died she in the Lord ? Isen . ( weeps . ) Oh , God ! SCENE I ...
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Seite 253 - THE world goes up and the world goes down, And the sunshine follows the rain ; And yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown Can never come over again, Sweet wife ; No, never come over again. For woman is warm though man be cold, And the night will hallow the day ; Till the heart which at even was weary and old Can rise in the morning gay, Sweet wife ; To its work in the morning gay.
Seite 234 - Dee." They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The cruel crawling foam, The cruel hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea : But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home Across the sands of Dee.
Seite 233 - O Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home Across the sands of Dee!
Seite 278 - The merry brown hares came leaping Over the crest of the hill, Where the clover and corn lay sleeping Under the moonlight stilL Leaping late and early, Till under their bite and their tread The swedes, and the wheat, and the barley, Lay cankered, and trampled and dead. A poacher's widow sat sighing On the side of the white chalk bank, Where under the gloomy fir-woods One spot in the ley throve rank.
Seite 235 - Though storms be sudden, and waters deep, And the harbor bar be moaning. Three corpses lay out on the shining sands In the morning gleam as the tide went down, And the women are weeping and wringing their hands For those who will never come...
Seite 112 - Oh! that we two sat dreaming On the sward of some sheep-trimmed down Watching the white mist steaming Over river and mead and town. Oh ! that we two lay sleeping In our nest in the churchyard sod, With our limbs at rest on the quiet earth's breast, And our souls at home with God ! Lewis.
Seite 280 - When, packed in one reeking chamber, Man, maid, mother, and little ones lay ; While the rain pattered in on the rotting bride-bed, And the walls let in the day.
Seite 276 - But Scripture saith, an ending to all fine things must be; So the King's ships sailed on Aves, and quite put down were we. All day we fought like bulldogs, but they burst the booms at night; And I fled in a piragua, sore wounded, from the fight.
Seite 233 - The western wind was wild and dank with foam, And all alone went she. The western tide crept up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see. The rolling mist came down and hid the land: And never home came she.
Seite 235 - THREE fishers went sailing out into the west, — Out into the west as the sun went down ; Each thought of the woman who loved him the best, And the children stood watching them out of the town; For men must work, and women must weep ; And there's little to earn, and many to keep, Though the harbor bar be moaning. Three wives sat up in the light-house tower, And trimmed the lamps as the sun went down...