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... BIRKET FOSTER AND JANE E. HAY . E LONDON : DAVID BOGUE , 86 , FLEET STREET . MDCCCLIV . 280. e . 61 LONDON : HENRY VIZETELLY , PRINTER AND ENGRAVER , GOUGH "All the Saints and Guardian Angels.
... BIRKET FOSTER AND JANE E. HAY . E LONDON : DAVID BOGUE , 86 , FLEET STREET . MDCCCLIV . 280. e . 61 LONDON : HENRY VIZETELLY , PRINTER AND ENGRAVER , GOUGH "All the Saints and Guardian Angels.
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... BIRKET FOSTER . 1 II . " You behold in me Only a travelling Physician . " BIRKET FOSTER . 5 III . " The storm , that against your casement drives , In the little village below waylaid me . " BIRKET FOSTER . 9 IV . " Like a vapour the ...
... BIRKET FOSTER . 1 II . " You behold in me Only a travelling Physician . " BIRKET FOSTER . 5 III . " The storm , that against your casement drives , In the little village below waylaid me . " BIRKET FOSTER . 9 IV . " Like a vapour the ...
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... BIRKET FOSTER . 70 XV . " A pulpit in the open air ; And a Friar , who is preaching to the crowd . " BIRKET FOSTER . 78 XVI . " Under the doorway's sacred shadow ; We can see all things , and be freer From the crowd that madly heaves ...
... BIRKET FOSTER . 70 XV . " A pulpit in the open air ; And a Friar , who is preaching to the crowd . " BIRKET FOSTER . 78 XVI . " Under the doorway's sacred shadow ; We can see all things , and be freer From the crowd that madly heaves ...
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... BIRKET FOSTER . 111 XXVII . " Hark ! from the little village below us the bells of the church are ringing for rain ! Priests and peasants in long procession come forth and kneel on the arid plain . " BIRKET FOSTER . 112 XXVIII . " I ...
... BIRKET FOSTER . 111 XXVII . " Hark ! from the little village below us the bells of the church are ringing for rain ! Priests and peasants in long procession come forth and kneel on the arid plain . " BIRKET FOSTER . 112 XXVIII . " I ...
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... BIRKET FOSTER . 163 XL . " Land of the Madonna ! How beautiful it is ! It seems a garden Of Paradise ! " BIRKET FOSTER . 165 XLI . " It is a band of pilgrims , moving slowly On their long journey , with uncovered feet . " BIRKET FOSTER ...
... BIRKET FOSTER . 163 XL . " Land of the Madonna ! How beautiful it is ! It seems a garden Of Paradise ! " BIRKET FOSTER . 165 XLI . " It is a band of pilgrims , moving slowly On their long journey , with uncovered feet . " BIRKET FOSTER ...
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ABBOT Abelard Angel beautiful Behold bells BIRKET FOSTER blessed breast breath chaunted child Christ church cloth coloured convent crowd dark DAVID BOGUE dead death deed deep door drink ELSIE ENGRAVINGS ON WOOD eyes face Fastrada Father fear feet FLEET STREET flowers forest FRIAR CUTHBERT FRIAR JOHN FRIAR PAUL garden golden GOLDEN LEGEND GOTTLIEB hand head hear heard heart heaven Heloise HENRY VIZETELLY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Herod Hirschau Hoheneck holy HUBERT ILLUSTRATED JESUS JOHN GILBERT Judas King light live look Lord LUCIFER MARY Minnesinger monks morocco mystery night o'er ODENWALD pain pardon passion pray prayers priest PRINCE HENRY rest Rhuys Saint Salern SCENE:-THE shadow shine SIEBALD singing sleep soul sound stand stone strange sweet TELLY thee thine Thou art thou hast trump of doom unto URSULA voice walls WALTER WILLIAM HARVEY wind window wine words yonder
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Página 31 - And the Monk Felix closed his book, And long, long, With rapturous look, He listened to the song, And hardly breathed or stirred, Until he saw, as in a vision, The land Elysian, And in the heavenly city heard Angelic feet Fall on the golden flagging of the street. And he would fain Have caught the wondrous bird, But strove in vain ; For it flew away, away, Far over hill and dell, And instead of its sweet singing He heard the convent bell Suddenly in the silence ringing For the service of noonday....