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... thee , I entreat thee , Guide me in each act and word . " XII . XIII . " I saw our little Gertrude die ; She left off breathing , and no more I smoothed the pillow beneath her head . " " Why keep me pacing to and fro Amid these aisles ...
... thee , I entreat thee , Guide me in each act and word . " XII . XIII . " I saw our little Gertrude die ; She left off breathing , and no more I smoothed the pillow beneath her head . " " Why keep me pacing to and fro Amid these aisles ...
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... thee , Jesus of Nazareth ! XX . Though in a manger thou drawest thy 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 ...
... thee , Jesus of Nazareth ! XX . Though in a manger thou drawest thy 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 ...
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... thee , Strangely , and strongly , and more and more , As to one I have known and loved before . " BIRKET FOSTER . 145 XXXV . " Gallant , graceful , gentle , tall , Fairest , noblest , best of all , Was Walter of the Vogelweid . " JANE E ...
... thee , Strangely , and strongly , and more and more , As to one I have known and loved before . " BIRKET FOSTER . 145 XXXV . " Gallant , graceful , gentle , tall , Fairest , noblest , best of all , Was Walter of the Vogelweid . " JANE E ...
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... thee in thy perdition . Speak ! speak ! PRINCE HENRY . Who says that I am ill ? I am not ill ! I am not weak ! The trance , the swoon , the dream , is o'er ! I feel the chill of death no more ! At length , I stand renewed in all my ...
... thee in thy perdition . Speak ! speak ! PRINCE HENRY . Who says that I am ill ? I am not ill ! I am not weak ! The trance , the swoon , the dream , is o'er ! I feel the chill of death no more ! At length , I stand renewed in all my ...
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... thee I bring these roses . I gathered them at the cross Whereon I died for thee ! Come , for my Father calls . Thou art my elected bride ! " And the Sultan's daughter Followed him to his Father's garden . PRINCE HENRY . Wouldst thou ...
... thee I bring these roses . I gathered them at the cross Whereon I died for thee ! Come , for my Father calls . Thou art my elected bride ! " And the Sultan's daughter Followed him to his Father's garden . PRINCE HENRY . Wouldst thou ...
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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....