The Golden LegendTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1851 - 301 pages |
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... head ; My heart has become a dull lagoon , Which a kind of leprosy drinks and drains ; I am accounted as one who is dead , And , indeed , I think that I shall be soon . LUCIFER . And has Gordonius the Divine , In his famous Lily of ...
... head ; My heart has become a dull lagoon , Which a kind of leprosy drinks and drains ; I am accounted as one who is dead , And , indeed , I think that I shall be soon . LUCIFER . And has Gordonius the Divine , In his famous Lily of ...
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... Its mighty , mystic stream has rolled ; So , starting from its fountain - head Under the lotus - leaves of Isis , From the dead demigods of eld , Through long , unbroken lines of kings Its course the 20 THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
... Its mighty , mystic stream has rolled ; So , starting from its fountain - head Under the lotus - leaves of Isis , From the dead demigods of eld , Through long , unbroken lines of kings Its course the 20 THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
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... head falls on his book . THE ANGEL , receding . Like a vapor the golden vision Shall fade and pass , And thou wilt find in thy heart again Only the blight of pain , And bitter , bitter , bitter contrition ! COURT - YARD OF THE CASTLE ...
... head falls on his book . THE ANGEL , receding . Like a vapor the golden vision Shall fade and pass , And thou wilt find in thy heart again Only the blight of pain , And bitter , bitter , bitter contrition ! COURT - YARD OF THE CASTLE ...
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... head upon his hand , Best pleased when he was most alone , Like Saint John Nepomuck in stone , Looking down into a stream . In the Round Tower , night after night , He sat , and bleared his eyes with books ; Until one morning we found ...
... head upon his hand , Best pleased when he was most alone , Like Saint John Nepomuck in stone , Looking down into a stream . In the Round Tower , night after night , He sat , and bleared his eyes with books ; Until one morning we found ...
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... , Began to mutter their hocus - pocus . First , the Mass for the Dead they chaunted , Then three times laid upon his head A shovelful of church - yard clay , Saying to him , as he stood undaunted , " 34 THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
... , Began to mutter their hocus - pocus . First , the Mass for the Dead they chaunted , Then three times laid upon his head A shovelful of church - yard clay , Saying to him , as he stood undaunted , " 34 THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
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50 cents ABBOT ANGEL BELFRY OF BRUGES bells blessed brain breast breath bridge chaunted child Christ Clarence Thomas cloud convent dark dead death deed deep Devil door drink Edited by Longfellow evil eyes face Fastrada fear feet fills flowers FORESTER FRIAR CUTHBERT FRIAR JOHN FRIAR PAUL garden goblet golden GOLDEN LEGEND GOTTLIEB hand hear heard heart heaven Henry of Hoheneck Hirschau holy HUBERT JESUS King light live look Lord loud LUCIFER MARY mystery night o'er ODENWALD pain passion POEMS POETICAL Pray prayer Price 50 Price 75 cents priest PRINCE HENRY RABBI rest Rhuys RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES ring Saint Salern shadow shine silent singing sleep song soul sound stand stone sweet thee thine Thou art thou hast trump of doom TWICE-TOLD TALES unto URMY URSULA Virgin voice Vols walls WALTER wind wine words WRITINGS yonder
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Page 239 - And even as children, who have much offended A too indulgent father, in great shame, Penitent, and yet not daring unattended To go into his presence, at the gate Speak with their sister, and confiding wait Till she goes in before and intercedes; So men, repenting of their evil deeds, And yet not venturing rashly to draw near With their requests an angry father's ear, Offer to her their prayers and their confession, And she for them in heaven makes intercession. And if our faith had given us nothing...
Page 239 - THE INN AT GENOA. A terrace overlooking the sea. Night. PRINCE HENRY. IT is the sea, it is the sea, In all its vague immensity, Fading and darkening in the distance ! Silent, majestical, and slow, The white ships haunt it to and fro, With all their ghostly sails unfurled, As phantoms from...
Page 9 - Not to be cured, yet not incurable ! The only remedy that remains Is the blood that flows from a maiden's veins, \ Who of her own free will shall die, And give her life as the price of yours...
Page 34 - Rose an odor sweet and fragrant Of the wild-flowers and the vagrant Vines that wandered, Seeking the sunshine, round and round. These he heeded not, but pondered On the volume in his hand, A volume of Saint Augustine, Wherein he read of the unseen Splendors of God's great town In the unknown land, And, with his eyes cast down In humility, he said : " I believe, O God. What herein I have read, But alas ! I do not understand...
Page 289 - With sullen heat, As a storm-cloud lurid with lightning. And a cry of lamentation, Repeated and again repeated, Deep and loud As the reverberation Of cloud answering unto cloud, Swells and rolls away in the distance, As if the sheeted Lightning retreated, Baffled and thwarted by the wind's resistance. It is Lucifer, The son of mystery ; And since God suffers him to be, He, too, is God's minister, And labors for some good By us not understood ! SECOND INTERLUDE MARTIN LUTHER A chamber in the Wartburg.
Page 36 - Fall on the golden flagging of the street. And he would fain Have caught the wondrous bird, But strove in vain ; For it flew away, away, Far over hill and dell, And instead of its sweet singing He heard the convent bell Suddenly in the silence ringing For the service of noonday. And he retraced His pathway homeward sadly and in haste.