Pygmalion, Child of the Lake, The Three Rings, and Other PoemsO.E. Hungerford, 1887 - 200 pàgines |
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PYGMALION CHILD OF THE LAKE TH Mary] D. 1879 [Nagle,May L. Ed Cross Previsualització no disponible - 2016 |
Pygmalion, Child of the Lake, the Three Rings, and Other Poems Mary] D 1879 [Nagle Previsualització no disponible - 2016 |
PYGMALION CHILD OF THE LAKE TH Mary] D. 1879 [Nagle,May L. Ed Cross Previsualització no disponible - 2016 |
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Pàgina 13 - His is that language of the heart, In which the answering heart would speak, Thought, word, that bids the warm tear start, Or the smile light the cheek ; And his that music, to whose tone The common pulse of man keeps time, In cot or castle's mirth or moan, In cold or sunny clime.
Pàgina 145 - The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe, Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind...
Pàgina 145 - Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Pàgina 71 - Canadian Streams ": ".Oh, rivers rolling to the sea From lands that bear the maple tree." Isodore Ascher thus speaks of the maple: " And grand old maples upward gaze Like sentinels upon the road, As if they mused of nature's God Who crowned them with a myriad rays.
Pàgina 47 - Love, now a universal birth, From heart to heart is stealing, From earth to man, from man to earth: —It is the hour of feeling. One moment now may give us more Than years of toiling reason: Our minds shall drink at every pore The spirit of the season.
Pàgina 90 - And his thoughts were like hues of the evening, In the chamber so ghostly and bare. I knew by the lines on his temples, And by the wan smiles on his face, That from the dead past he was calling A host of regrets from their place : And so he kept weaving his sorrows, In a dream that was mournful to trace. And thus we are weaving forever Our hopes, our regrets, and our fears, And time soon dispels every vision, Or we summon them back with our tears; And still we are none of us wiser, As we glide thro'...
Pàgina 157 - Queen's messenger having brought from Osborne to Windsor three little wreaths and a bouquet. The wreaths were simple chaplets of moss and violets, wreathed by the three elder Princesses — the bouquet of violets, with a white camellia in the centre, was sent by the widowed Queen. Between the heraldic insignia these last tributes from his widow and orphan daughters were laid upon the coffin — mementoes of domestic love and worth above all blazonment of heraldry.
Pàgina 78 - ... lulled asleep The weary hours have taken flight, Leaving their shadows long and deep, That spread upon the earth below, Soft as the falling of the snow. Betwixt the glimmer and the gloom, The twilight beameth tenderly In dim rays o'er the dusky room, Like hope of immortality, That o'er the earth-bound spirit falls, And shineth through life's prison walls. Our converse is of earthly things : Our little world of joys is pure, And silvery laughter peals and rings, Like flute-sounds in an overture,...
Pàgina 89 - I knew by the light of her smiling, She was weaving a tissue of dreams, A web of a million of fancies, Illuming her life with their gleams ; That she saw the far future before her O'ertinted with halcyon beams. I did not disturb her with questions, Nor mar those sweet thoughts with my own, For the sunlight that played with her fancies From heavenly pathways had flown, And she wound them in hues of the rainbow, As she sat in the noonday alone. And soon when the shadows had fallen, An old man with...
Pàgina 82 - And fill its heart with a sense of mirth, Silent and loving snow ! Fall in your wonderful purity, Fair as a bride's unsullied dress ; Fall from the heaven's immensity, On our autumn dreariness. Fall like a lover's phantasy, That the heart of a maiden might yearn to know ; Fall like a loving memory On a soul o'erladen with woe. Fall like the light of an infant's smile, That sweetly beams for a mother alone ; Fall like hope, when it dawns awhile On a doubting heart of stone. Fall like tears that leave...