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... breath , Thou art greater than Life and Death , Greater than Joy or Woe ! " " O Joseph ! I am much afraid , For men are sleeping in the shade . " XXI . " Now , little Jesus , the carpenter's son , Let us see how thy task is done . XXII ...
... breath , Thou art greater than Life and Death , Greater than Joy or Woe ! " " O Joseph ! I am much afraid , For men are sleeping in the shade . " XXI . " Now , little Jesus , the carpenter's son , Let us see how thy task is done . XXII ...
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... , Lonely homestead , darksome hamlet , Blighting all we breathe upon ! They sweep away . Organ and Gregorian Chant . CHOIR . Nocte surgentes Vigilemus omnes ! H.VIZETELLY SC Foster I. A Chamber in a Tower . THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
... , Lonely homestead , darksome hamlet , Blighting all we breathe upon ! They sweep away . Organ and Gregorian Chant . CHOIR . Nocte surgentes Vigilemus omnes ! H.VIZETELLY SC Foster I. A Chamber in a Tower . THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
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... deep Into the pallid realms of sleep ! A breath from that far - distant shore Comes freshening. SCENE : THE CASTLE OF VAUTSBERG ON THE RUINE . SCENE : -A FARM IN THE ODENWALD . "You behold in Only a travelling Physician " BIRKET FOSTER.
... deep Into the pallid realms of sleep ! A breath from that far - distant shore Comes freshening. SCENE : THE CASTLE OF VAUTSBERG ON THE RUINE . SCENE : -A FARM IN THE ODENWALD . "You behold in Only a travelling Physician " BIRKET FOSTER.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. A breath from that far - distant shore Comes freshening ever more and more , And wafts o'er intervening seas Sweet odours from the Hesperides ! A wind , that through the corridor Just stirs the curtain , and ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. A breath from that far - distant shore Comes freshening ever more and more , And wafts o'er intervening seas Sweet odours from the Hesperides ! A wind , that through the corridor Just stirs the curtain , and ...
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... breath Of the Angel of Death , And the light that within it lies Is the flash of his evil eyes . Beware ! O beware ! For sickness , sorrow , and care , All are there ! PRINCE HENRY , sinking back . O thou voice within my breast ! Why ...
... breath Of the Angel of Death , And the light that within it lies Is the flash of his evil eyes . Beware ! O beware ! For sickness , sorrow , and care , All are there ! PRINCE HENRY , sinking back . O thou voice within my breast ! Why ...
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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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