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... rest we cannot reinstate ; Ourselves we cannot re - create . Nor set our souls to the same key Of the remembered harmony ! Rest ! rest ! O , give me rest and peace ! The thought of life that ne'er shall cease Has something in it like ...
... rest we cannot reinstate ; Ourselves we cannot re - create . Nor set our souls to the same key Of the remembered harmony ! Rest ! rest ! O , give me rest and peace ! The thought of life that ne'er shall cease Has something in it like ...
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... rest . THE ANGEL . It is but the rest of the fire , from which the air has been taken ! It is but the rest of the sand , when the hour - glass is not shaken ! It is but the rest of the tide between the ebb and the flow ! It is but the ...
... rest . THE ANGEL . It is but the rest of the fire , from which the air has been taken ! It is but the rest of the sand , when the hour - glass is not shaken ! It is but the rest of the tide between the ebb and the flow ! It is but the ...
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... rest , O , rest ! Golden visions wave and hover , Golden vapours , waters streaming , Landscapes moving , changing , gleaming ! I am like a happy lover Who illumines life with dreaming ! Brave physician ! Rare physician ! Well hast thou ...
... rest , O , rest ! Golden visions wave and hover , Golden vapours , waters streaming , Landscapes moving , changing , gleaming ! I am like a happy lover Who illumines life with dreaming ! Brave physician ! Rare physician ! Well hast thou ...
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... rest , Walked the Monk Felix . All about The broad , sweet sunshine lay without , Filling the summer air ; And within the woodlands as he trod , The twilight was like the Truce of God With worldly woe and care ; Under him lay the golden ...
... rest , Walked the Monk Felix . All about The broad , sweet sunshine lay without , Filling the summer air ; And within the woodlands as he trod , The twilight was like the Truce of God With worldly woe and care ; Under him lay the golden ...
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... has given us all the rest . God bless him , and make him well again . G AVAL TELL Y.SC Bost ELSIE . Would I could do THE GOLDEN LEGEND . 41 "He gave us the farm, the house, and the grange, He gave us the horses and the carts,
... has given us all the rest . God bless him , and make him well again . G AVAL TELL Y.SC Bost ELSIE . Would I could do THE GOLDEN LEGEND . 41 "He gave us the farm, the house, and the grange, He gave us the horses and the carts,
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ABBOT ANGEL bear beautiful bells blessed breast breath bridge called child Christ church close cloth comes convent cross crowd dark DAVID BOGUE dead death deep door drink ELSIE ENGRAVINGS eyes face fall Father fear feet FLEET STREET flowers follow forest FRIAR FRIAR CUTHBERT friends garden give golden GOTTLIEB grow hand hast head hear heard heart heaven holy ILLUSTRATED Italy JESUS JOHN kind King land leaves letter lies light live look Lord LUCIFER MARY monks morocco mystery never night o'er pain pass play poor pray prayers PRINCE HENRY rest Saint seems shadow shine side singing sitting sleep soul sound speak stand star stone strange sweet thee things thou thought unto URSULA voice walls WALTER wind window wine wood written 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...
Página 212 - I have been told by some old people, who in their younger years were eyewitnesses of these pageants so acted, that the yearly confluence of people to see that shew was extraordinary great, and yielded no small advantage to this city.
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....