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ancient angel art thou BAROZAI Bart beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES beneath birds breast breath bride bright brooklet Bruges Carlos child Chis clouds Cruz Cruzado dance dark dead Death Don Carlos Dost thou doth dreams earth eyes fair fear fire flowers Gascon Gipsy girl gleam gold golden grave Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven holy Humphrey Gilbert Hypolito JULIUS MOSEN land light lips look LORD'S SUPPER loud Luck of Edenhall maiden midnight Minnesingers morning night Nils Juel o'er Padre pass poem Pray prayer Preciosa rain ring rise round sail Saint Sandalphon sang Scene shadows shalt ship silent singing sleep smile soft song soul sound SPANISH STUDENT stands stars stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thoughts Timoneda unto Vict Victor Galbraith Victorian village voice walls wave weary wild wind youth
95 ページ - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
314 ページ - ... ,Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar. In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
267 ページ - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
328 ページ - Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen ; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean. Else our lives are incomplete, Standing in these walls of Time, Broken stairways, where the feet Stumble as they seek to climb. Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base ; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place.
326 ページ - But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way.
326 ページ - She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
144 ページ - BESIDE the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land.
10 ページ - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
96 ページ - Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea ! " " O father ! I see a gleaming light, O say, what may it be ? " But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes.