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... John Nepomuck in stone , Looking down into a stream . In the Round Tower , night after night , He sat , and bleared his eyes with books ; Until one morning we found him there Stretched on the floor , as if in a swoon He had fallen from ...
... John Nepomuck in stone , Looking down into a stream . In the Round Tower , night after night , He sat , and bleared his eyes with books ; Until one morning we found him there Stretched on the floor , as if in a swoon He had fallen from ...
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... John . Can it be that from the lips Of this same gentle Evangelist , That Christ himself perhaps has kissed , Came the dread Apocalypse ! It has a very awful look , As it stands there at the end of the book , Like the sun in an eclipse ...
... John . Can it be that from the lips Of this same gentle Evangelist , That Christ himself perhaps has kissed , Came the dread Apocalypse ! It has a very awful look , As it stands there at the end of the book , Like the sun in an eclipse ...
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... JOHN . you again ! No danger ; to - night he will let us alone , As I happen to know he has guests of his own . FRIAR CUTHBERT . Who are they ? FRIAR JOHN . A German Prince and his train , Who arrived here just before the rain . There ...
... JOHN . you again ! No danger ; to - night he will let us alone , As I happen to know he has guests of his own . FRIAR CUTHBERT . Who are they ? FRIAR JOHN . A German Prince and his train , Who arrived here just before the rain . There ...
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... JOHN . Come , old fellow , drink down to your peg ! But do not drink any farther , I beg ! FRIAR PAUL sings . In the days of gold , The days of old , Cross of wood And bishop of gold ! FRIAR CUTHBERT . What an infernal racket and riot ...
... JOHN . Come , old fellow , drink down to your peg ! But do not drink any farther , I beg ! FRIAR PAUL sings . In the days of gold , The days of old , Cross of wood And bishop of gold ! FRIAR CUTHBERT . What an infernal racket and riot ...
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... JOHN . FRIAR PAUL . He's a stranger . You had better ask his name , And where he is going , and whence he came . FRIAR JOHN . Hallo ! Sir Friar ! FRIAR PAUL . You must raise your voice a little higher , He does not seem to hear what you ...
... JOHN . FRIAR PAUL . He's a stranger . You had better ask his name , And where he is going , and whence he came . FRIAR JOHN . Hallo ! Sir Friar ! FRIAR PAUL . You must raise your voice a little higher , He does not seem to hear what you ...
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The Golden Legend [A Play]. Illustr. from Designs by B. Foster and J.E. Hay Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Prévia não disponível - 2016 |
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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....