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... heart has become a dull lagoon , Which a kind of leprosy drinks and drains ; I am accounted as one who is dead , And , indeed , I think that I shall be soon . LUCIFER . And has Gordonius the Divine , In his famous Lily of Medicine , — I ...
... heart has become a dull lagoon , Which a kind of leprosy drinks and drains ; I am accounted as one who is dead , And , indeed , I think that I shall be soon . LUCIFER . And has Gordonius the Divine , In his famous Lily of Medicine , — I ...
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... up the silver sand of hope ! PRINCE HENRY , drinking . It is like a draught of fire ! Through every vein I feel again The fever of youth , the soft desire ; A rapture that is almost pain Throbs in my heart 16 THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
... up the silver sand of hope ! PRINCE HENRY , drinking . It is like a draught of fire ! Through every vein I feel again The fever of youth , the soft desire ; A rapture that is almost pain Throbs in my heart 16 THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. A rapture that is almost pain Throbs in my heart and fills my brain ! O joy ! O joy ! I feel The band of steel That so long and heavily has pressed Upon my breast Uplifted , and the malediction Of my ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. A rapture that is almost pain Throbs in my heart and fills my brain ! O joy ! O joy ! I feel The band of steel That so long and heavily has pressed Upon my breast Uplifted , and the malediction Of my ...
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... heart sore To its very core ! Its perfume is the 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 ...
... heart sore To its very core ! Its perfume is the 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 ...
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... heart again Only the blight of pain , And bitter , bitter , bitter contrition . HYIZTENYSC H VIZETELLY SL SCENE : -COURT - YARD OF THE. THE GOLDEN LEGEND . 19 "Like a vapour the golden vision Shall fade and pass " BIRKET FOSTER.
... heart again Only the blight of pain , And bitter , bitter , bitter contrition . HYIZTENYSC H VIZETELLY SL SCENE : -COURT - YARD OF THE. THE GOLDEN LEGEND . 19 "Like a vapour the golden vision Shall fade and pass " 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 69 - To me the thought of death is terrible, Having such hold on life. To thee it is not So much even as the lifting of a latch ; Only a step into the open air Out of a tent already luminous With light that shines through its transparent walls...
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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....