Recollections of Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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Elliot Stock, 1882 - 297 oldal
 

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21. oldal - Behold the lilies of the field. They toil not neither do they spin...
147. oldal - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, Are fresh and strong.
145. oldal - Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the sky, And no where did abide: Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
235. oldal - ... content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a. debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel, — an eye Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career, He mourns that day so soon has glided by: E'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently.
20. oldal - Are not two prayers a perfect strength? And shall I feel afraid? 'When round his head the aureole clings, And he is clothed in white, I'll take his hand and go with him To the deep wells of light; As unto a stream we will step down, And bathe there in God's sight.
127. oldal - God bless us!" and "Amen" the other: As they had seen me with these hangman's hands. Listening their fear, I could not say "Amen" When they did say "God bless us!" Lady M. Consider it not so deeply. Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce "Amen?" I had most need of blessing, and "Amen
178. oldal - You, I am sure, will forgive me for sincerely remarking that you might curb your magnanimity, and be more of an artist, and load every rift of your subject with ore.
22. oldal - Till in the end, the Day of Days, At Judgment, one of his own race, As frail and lost as you, shall rise, — His daughter, with his mother's eyes?
146. oldal - Suck, little Babe, oh suck again ! It cools my blood ; it cools my brain ; Thy lips I feel them, Baby ! they Draw from my heart the pain away. Oh ! press me with thy little hand ; It loosens something at my chest ; About that tight and deadly band I feel thy little fingers prest. The breeze I see is in the tree ; It comes to cool my Babe and me.
159. oldal - But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between. But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.

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