Edwin of DeiraMacmillan, 1861 - 185 sivua |
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Adown arms arose beneath Bertha bird Blaavin blazoned blow blue broke burned burst cheek Christ cloud Coifi couch crag cried crimson crowd dark dawn death drew dwell EDWIN OF DEIRA Ethelbert eyes face fair fall Fcap fear feast fell fire flame flower gainst gate glimmered gods golden grave grew grey grey King hair hall hand happy hath head heard heart heaven heron hills horse hung kissed knees knew lichens light lips lives lords maid mighty morn murmur ne'er neath night noble o'er palace Palace gate passed Paulinus priests Prince Edwin Regner rode rookery rose round ruin sang shape silent smile sorrow spear spirit steed stood strange stream sudden summer sunbeam sunset sweet thee thine thing thou thunderstone town trumpet trumpet blow Twas twilight unknown terror unto vapour voice waste wear weary wild wind wing woods
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Sivu 96 - Bright as a star that brightens 'gainst the night. When forth she came the sunftner day was dimmed, For all its sunshine sank into her hair, Its azure in her eyes. The princely man Lord of a happiness unknown, unknown, Which cannot all be known for years and years — Uncomprehended as the shapes of hills When one stands in the midst ! A week went by, Deepening from feast to feast ; and, at the close, The...
Sivu 157 - ... head and died ; And by that dying did He wash earth white From murders, battles, lies, ill deeds, and took Remorse away that feeds upon the heart Like slow fire on a brand. From grave He burst, Death could not hold Him, and ere many days Before the eyes of those who did Him love He passed up thro' yon ocean of blue air Unto the heaven of heavens, whence He came. And there He sits this moment man and God ; Strong as a God, flesh-hearted as a man, And all the uncreated light confronts With eyelids...
Sivu 185 - A duek burst away from its breast, And before the bright circles and wrinkles Had subsided again into rest, At a clear open turn of the roadway My passion went up in a cry, For the wonderful mountain of Blaavin Was bearing his huge bulk on high, Each precipice keen and purple Against the yellow sky. Alexander Smith, Blackford Hill.
Sivu 20 - He clasped his withered hands Fondly upon her head, and bent it back, As one might bend a downward-looking flower To make its perfect beauty visible ; Then kissed her mouth and cheek.
Sivu 136 - Melodious with many a chaunting voice. Nor spear nor buckler had these foreign men ; Each wore a snowy robe that downward flowed ; Fair in their front a silver cross they bore ; A painted Saviour floated in the wind ; The chaunting voices, as they rose and fell, Hallowed the rude sea-air.
Sivu 69 - ... brings its hero and heroine after a variety of moving incidents : — " She heard, and, all untouched by virgin shame, False and unworthy then, erect she stood Before her father and her brethren seven, Pale as her robe, and in her cloudless eyes Love, to which death and time are vapory veils That hide not other worlds, and stretched a hand, Which Edwin held, and kissed before them all In passionate reverence; smitten dumb by thanks And noble shame of his unworthiness, And sense of happiness o'erdue....
Sivu 106 - And ere they went, In Bertha's fragrant bosom lay asleep The sweetest babe that ever mother blest, — A helpless thing, omnipotently weak ; Naked, yet stronger than a man in mail— That, with its new-born struggling sob and cry, Softened the childless palace, and unsealed Fountains of love undreamed of. Tenderness Made every arm a cradle, every voice Soft as a cradle-song.
Sivu 136 - In the bright Fringe of the living sea that came and went Tapping its planks, a great ship sideways lay, And o'er the sands a grave procession paced Melodious with many a chaunting voice. Nor spear nor buckler had these foreign men ; Each wore a snowy robe that downward flowed ; Fair in...
Sivu 183 - Blaavin, rocky Blaavin, How I long to be with you again, To see lashed gulf and gully Smoke white in the windy rain, — To see in the scarlet sunrise The mist-wreaths perish with heat, The wet rock slide with a trickling gleam Right down to the cataract's feet; While...