The Belfry of Bruges and Other PoemsH.G. Clarke, 1848 - 159 pages |
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... pass , But deeming it no more , alas ! Than the hollow sound of brass . Yet perchance a sleepless wight , Lodging at some humble inn In the narrow lanes of life , When the dusk and hush of night Shut out the incessant din Of daylight ...
... pass , But deeming it no more , alas ! Than the hollow sound of brass . Yet perchance a sleepless wight , Lodging at some humble inn In the narrow lanes of life , When the dusk and hush of night Shut out the incessant din Of daylight ...
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... pass . Thy dress was like the lilies , And thy heart as pure as they : One of God's holy messengers Did walk with me that day . I saw the branches of the trees Bend down thy touch to meet , The clover - blossoms in the grass Rise up to ...
... pass . Thy dress was like the lilies , And thy heart as pure as they : One of God's holy messengers Did walk with me that day . I saw the branches of the trees Bend down thy touch to meet , The clover - blossoms in the grass Rise up to ...
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... passing to and fro , The young heart hot and restless , And the old subdued and slow ! And forever and forever , As long as the river flows , As long as the heart has passions , As long as life has woes ; The moon and its broken ...
... passing to and fro , The young heart hot and restless , And the old subdued and slow ! And forever and forever , As long as the river flows , As long as the heart has passions , As long as life has woes ; The moon and its broken ...
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... passes A funeral train . The bell is pealing , And every feeling Within me responds To the dismal knell ; Shadows are trailing , My heart is bewailing And tolling within Like a funeral bell . TO AN OLD DANISH SONG - BOOK WELCOME , my ...
... passes A funeral train . The bell is pealing , And every feeling Within me responds To the dismal knell ; Shadows are trailing , My heart is bewailing And tolling within Like a funeral bell . TO AN OLD DANISH SONG - BOOK WELCOME , my ...
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... a richer Light upon Lucullus ' tables . Come , old friend , sit down and listen ! As it passes thus between us , How its wavelets laugh and glisten In the head of old Silenus ! THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS . L'éternité est une 100 POEMS .
... a richer Light upon Lucullus ' tables . Come , old friend , sit down and listen ! As it passes thus between us , How its wavelets laugh and glisten In the head of old Silenus ! THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS . L'éternité est une 100 POEMS .
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Albrecht Dürer ancient timepiece Annie of Tharaw AUTHOR OF HYPERION beautiful beheld BELFRY OF BRUGES bells Beneath birds breathed burgomaster CARILLON CATHEDRAL DOOR chamber Charlemagne chimes choir church of sainted cloud dark death dost dream drifting earth Flanders Fleece of Gold Forever never Forevermore Ghent Gleam golden hand Hans Sachs hear heart heaven hemlock tree HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW holy JULIUS MOSEN land light loud maiden fair Maximilian meadow brook mighty Minnesingers Minnewater Namur nest Never forever night numbers Nuremberg o'er old Flemish city old Silenus once Pegnitz poem poet poet's quaint old Flemish quaint old town rain restless RESTLESS HEART rhymes rise river roar round sainted Sebald sang sculpture shadows silent Sleep slumbered song sorrow sound stands stars Super-Royal 32mo sweet thee Thou art thought toil tower town of Bruges Twelve Apostles Twelve Wise Masters village VOGELWEIDE voice wandering Wartburg wild window youth
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Page 82 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 80 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, ' As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. 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...
Page 102 - All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, "Ah ! when shall they all meet again?
Page 82 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
Page 42 - How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout!
Page 133 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he alL TRUTH.
Page 99 - Halfway up the stairs it stands, And points and beckons with its hands From its case of massive oak, Like a monk, who, under his cloak, Crosses himself, and sighs, alas ' With sorrowful voice to all who pass, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever...
Page 31 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Page 101 - Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift vicissitude Of changeful time, unchanged it has stood, And as if, like God, it all things saw, It calmly repeats those words of awe, — " Forever — never! Never — forever...
Page 78 - Silver-flashing Surges of San Salvador; From the tumbling surf, that buries The Orkneyan skerries, Answering the hoarse Hebrides; And from wrecks of ships, and drifting Spars, uplifting On the desolate, rainy seas; — Ever drifting, drifting, drifting On the shifting Currents of the restless main; Till in sheltered coves, and reaches Of sandy beaches, All have found repose again.