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... heart of the wanderer , the former welcomes evening once again - season of peace , with a wish that , coming , it may continue long . The Flying Islander of Peter Wilkins rejoiced in twilight , gladdening as it deepened and darkened ...
... heart of the wanderer , the former welcomes evening once again - season of peace , with a wish that , coming , it may continue long . The Flying Islander of Peter Wilkins rejoiced in twilight , gladdening as it deepened and darkened ...
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... hearts Do each to either leap , As if all souls between the poles Felt ' Parting comes in sleep . ' " So begins her Poet's Vow ; and in another and slighter but suggestive poem of hers , A Sea - side Walk , is this stanza : - " Nor moon ...
... hearts Do each to either leap , As if all souls between the poles Felt ' Parting comes in sleep . ' " So begins her Poet's Vow ; and in another and slighter but suggestive poem of hers , A Sea - side Walk , is this stanza : - " Nor moon ...
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... heart , " summoning men from tumult into the land of silence and of dreams . On the other hand , Mr. Disraeli somewhere affirms that never does the beautiful hour of impending twilight exercise a more effective influence on the soul ...
... heart , " summoning men from tumult into the land of silence and of dreams . On the other hand , Mr. Disraeli somewhere affirms that never does the beautiful hour of impending twilight exercise a more effective influence on the soul ...
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... hearts of those who love . Who has not felt it ? — softens the heart , and " the mitigating hour that excites within it magical emotions . " In Sybil he devotes a paragraph to the twilight hour , as the hour at which in southern climes ...
... hearts of those who love . Who has not felt it ? — softens the heart , and " the mitigating hour that excites within it magical emotions . " In Sybil he devotes a paragraph to the twilight hour , as the hour at which in southern climes ...
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... heart to be soothed by sweet whispers , and rocked to infant - like rest , and for the eyes of the over - wearied to feel the gates of daylight close : " Wenn sich lau die Lüfte füllen Um den grünumschränkten Plan , Süsse Düfte ...
... heart to be soothed by sweet whispers , and rocked to infant - like rest , and for the eyes of the over - wearied to feel the gates of daylight close : " Wenn sich lau die Lüfte füllen Um den grünumschränkten Plan , Süsse Düfte ...
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Page 79 - Jesus answered, Are there not twelve hours in the day ? If any man walk in the day, he stumbleth not, because he seeth the light of this world. But if a man walk in the night, he stumbleth, because there is no light in him.
Page 374 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Page 334 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know, At first sight, if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
Page 352 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 64 - My horse moved on; hoof after hoof He raised, and never stopped : When down behind the cottage roof, At once, the bright moon dropped. What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a lover's head! "O mercy!" to myself I cried, "If Lucy should be dead!
Page 297 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are...
Page 315 - All along the valley, stream that flashest white, Deepening thy voice with the deepening of the night, All along the valley, where thy waters flow, I walk'd with one I loved two and thirty years ago. All along the valley while I walk'd today, The two and thirty years were a mist that rolls away; For all along the valley, down thy rocky bed Thy living voice to me...
Page 220 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Page 4 - Thus did the waters gleam, the mountains lower, To the rude Briton, when, in wolf-skin vest Here roving wild, he laid him down to rest On the bare rock, or through a leafy bower Looked ere his eyes were closed.
Page 273 - Of unknown modes of being; o'er my thoughts There hung a darkness, call it solitude Or blank desertion. No familiar shapes...