Prince LuciferMacmillan, 1887 - 193 |
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2D MATRON 2D PEASANT 4TH PEASANT ADAM ALFRED AUSTIN altar ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH babe bleat Castle Tourbillon CHARLES KINGSLEY child churchyard coffin comes Confessional Count Abdiel CRONE Crown 8vo darkness dear death doth doubt dream ELSPETH ERNEST MYERS Extra fcap fair faith fancy FATHER GABRIEL fear feel flock flowers gaze grave happy hath hear heart Heaven IST PEASANT kiss lamb lamp leave Light-Bearer live look Lord love's Madonna maiden marriage MATTERHORN MATTHEW ARNOLD melting mind mist moral perplexities mortals Mother mountain never night peace pilgrimage poem poetry poor pray prayer Prince Lucifer Realm reason round sacristy SCENE shepherdess silent singing sleep snow soul stars suckling sure sweet tell tender things Thou thought throne thunder thurible Twas twill unto village VISP-THAL TORRENT voice Wait wake WEISSHORN wisdom words
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Strona 56 - I confess to almighty God, to blessed Mary ever Virgin, to blessed Michael the Archangel, to blessed John the Baptist, to the holy Apostles Peter and Paul, to all the Saints, and to you, father : that I have sinned exceedingly in thought, word, and deed: through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault.
Strona 142 - WHITE little hands ! Pink little feet! Dimpled all over, Sweet, sweet, sweet! What dost thou wail for? The unknown? the unseen? The ills that are coming, The joys that have been ? Cling to me closer, Closer and closer, Till the pain that is purer Hath banished the grosser. Drain, drain at the stream, love, Thy hunger is freeing, That was born in a dream, love, Along with thy being...
Strona 110 - GRAVE-DIGGER'S SONG THE crab, the bullace, and the sloe, They burgeon in the Spring ; And, when the west wind melts the snow, The redstarts build and sing. But...
Strona 56 - I confess to Almighty God, to blessed Mary ever Virgin, to blessed Michael the Archangel, to blessed John the Baptist, to the Holy Apostles Peter and Paul, and to all the Saints, that I have sinned exceedingly in thought, word and deed, through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault.
Strona 120 - When logs about the house are stacked, And next year's hose is knit, • And tales are told and jokes are cracked, And faggots blaze and spit; Death sits down in the ingle-nook, Sits down and doth not speak: But he puts his arm round the maid that's warm, And she tingles in the cheek. Death! Death! Death is master of lord and clown; Shovel the clay in, tread it down.
Strona 61 - To God the father, and the Son, And Holy Spirit, three in one, By Men and Angels, be there given All Glory, both in Earth and Htaven.
Strona 193 - Spain, who has sufficiently displayed his power by sending armies to such distant countries; but I will not be his vassal. I owe tribute to no mortal prince: I know no superior upon earth.
Strona 113 - And when the pairing music's mute, He spares the empty nest, Death! Death! Death is master of lord and clown. Close the coffin, and hammer it down. When nuts are brown and sere without, And white and plump within, And juicy gourds are passed about, And trickle down the chin; When comes the reaper with his scythe, And reaps and nothing leaves, Oh, then it is that Death is blithe, And sups among the sheaves.