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... unto 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 ...
... unto 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 ...
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... Unto Time , the great Destroyer ! Come away , ere night is gone ! VOICES . Onward ! onward ! With the night - wind , Over field and farm and forest , Lonely homestead , darksome hamlet , Blighting all we breathe upon ! They sweep away ...
... Unto Time , the great Destroyer ! Come away , ere night is gone ! VOICES . Onward ! onward ! With the night - wind , Over field and farm and forest , Lonely homestead , darksome hamlet , Blighting all we breathe upon ! They sweep away ...
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... unto the Lord , and even The Everlasting Father in heaven Gave his , as a lamb unto the slaughter , 66 THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
... unto the Lord , and even The Everlasting Father in heaven Gave his , as a lamb unto the slaughter , 66 THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Gave his , as a lamb unto the slaughter , So do I offer up my daughter ! URSULA hides her face . My life is little , ELSIE . Only a cup of water , But pure and limpid . Take it , O my Prince ! Let it refresh ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Gave his , as a lamb unto the slaughter , So do I offer up my daughter ! URSULA hides her face . My life is little , ELSIE . Only a cup of water , But pure and limpid . Take it , O my Prince ! Let it refresh ...
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... a heart to feel ! Thy heart , thy hand , thy lyre , thy sword , Thou givest all unto thy Lord ; While I , so mean and abject grown , Am thinking of myself alone . WALTER . Be patient : Time will reinstate Thy health THE GOLDEN LEGEND . 75 ...
... a heart to feel ! Thy heart , thy hand , thy lyre , thy sword , Thou givest all unto thy Lord ; While I , so mean and abject grown , Am thinking of myself alone . WALTER . Be patient : Time will reinstate Thy health THE GOLDEN LEGEND . 75 ...
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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....