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... VOICES . All the Saints and Guardian Angels Throng in legions to protect it ; They defeat us everywhere ! THE BELLS . Laudo Deum verum ! Plebem voco ! Congrego clerum ! LUCIFER . Lower ! lower ! Hover downward ! Seize the loud ...
... VOICES . All the Saints and Guardian Angels Throng in legions to protect it ; They defeat us everywhere ! THE BELLS . Laudo Deum verum ! Plebem voco ! Congrego clerum ! LUCIFER . Lower ! lower ! Hover downward ! Seize the loud ...
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... VOICES . The Archangel Michael flames from every window , With the sword of fire that drove us Headlong , out of heaven , aghast ! THE BELLS . Funera plango ! Fulgura frango ! Sabbata pango ! LUCIFER . Aim your lightnings At the oaken ...
... VOICES . The Archangel Michael flames from every window , With the sword of fire that drove us Headlong , out of heaven , aghast ! THE BELLS . Funera plango ! Fulgura frango ! Sabbata pango ! LUCIFER . Aim your lightnings At the oaken ...
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... 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 . Organ and Gregorian Chant . CHOIR . Nocte surgentes Vigilemus ...
... 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 . Organ and Gregorian Chant . CHOIR . Nocte surgentes Vigilemus ...
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... voice within my breast ! Why entreat me , why upbraid me , When the steadfast tongues of truth And the flattering hopes of youth Have all deceived me and betrayed me ? Give me , give me rest , O , rest ! Golden visions wave and hover ...
... voice within my breast ! Why entreat me , why upbraid me , When the steadfast tongues of truth And the flattering hopes of youth Have all deceived me and betrayed me ? Give me , give me rest , O , rest ! Golden visions wave and hover ...
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... voices chaunted in the choir ; Yet the place was the same place , The same dusky walls Of cold , gray stone , The same cloisters and belfry and spire . " A stranger and alone Among that brotherhood The Monk Felix stood . ' Forty years ...
... voices chaunted in the choir ; Yet the place was the same place , The same dusky walls Of cold , gray stone , The same cloisters and belfry and spire . " A stranger and alone Among that brotherhood The Monk Felix stood . ' Forty years ...
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The Golden Legend [A Play]. Illustr. from Designs by B. Foster and J.E. Hay Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Prévia não disponível - 2016 |
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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....