And he mildly look'd around, And he raised his arm to bless them, But it dropped upon the ground ; And his breathless body rested On the arms that held him dear, And his dead face look'd upon them With a light serene and clear ; And they said that holy... Lays of the Highlands and Islands - Page 25by John Stuart Blackie - 1872Full view - About this book
| John Stuart Blackie - Poetry of places - 1872 - 280 pages
...but a marvel Flow'd upon his wondering eyne, — All the windows shone with glorious Light of angela in the shrine. Diarmid enter'd; all was darkness,...in thy dying, If thou care to use it well. SONNETS. y THE TOURISTS. WHAT brought them here across the briny pool, A motley train of high and low degree,... | |
| John Stuart Blackie - Poetry of places - 1872 - 246 pages
...face look'd upon them With a light serene and clear ; And they said that holy angels Surely hover" d round his head, For alive no loveliest ever Look'd...White-collar'd priests, and boys uncaged from school ? I know not — happy if themselves can tell ; No sights are here to trap the vulgar eye, No dome... | |
| English poetry - 1876 - 618 pages
...old greatness here. I have used no gloss, no varnish, To make fair things fairer look; As the reeord stands I give it, In the old monks' Latin book. Keep...loves to dwell; It may help thee in thy dying, If thou eare to use it well. THE LAY OP THE BRAVE CAMERON. At Quatre Bras, when the fight ran high, Stout Cameron... | |
| Dublin city, univ - 1885 - 476 pages
...used no gloss, no varnish, To make fair things fairer look ; As the record stands, I give it, Whrre a good thing loves to dwell; It may help thee in thy dying, In the old monks' Latin book. Keep it in thy heart, and love it. Translate into Greek Verse :— What... | |
| John Stuart Blackie - 1896 - 346 pages
...gloss, no varnish, To make fair things fairer look ; As the record stands, I give it, In the old monk's Latin book. Keep it in thy heart, and love it, Where...help thee in thy dying, If thou care to use it well. GLENCOE A HISTORICAL BALLAD THE snow is white on the Pap of Glencoe, And all is bleak and dreary, But... | |
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