Dulce Cor: Being the PoemsKegan, Paul, Trench, 1886 - 200 páginas |
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Página 30 - And the Lord said, Behold, there is a place by me, and thou shalt stand upon a rock : and it shall come to pass, while my glory passeth by, that I will put thee in a clift of the rock, and will cover thee with my hand while I pass by: and I will take away mine hand, and thou shalt see my back parts : but my face shall not be seen.
Página vii - When John Baliol died in 1269, Devorgilla, his wife, had his dear heart embalmed and enshrined in a coffer of ivory, enamelled and bound with silver bright, which was placed before her daily in her hall as her sweet silent companion. At her death she desired the relic to be laid upon her heart, when sleeping in the New Abbey which she caused to be built. Hence it received the name of Sweetheart Abbey.
Página 38 - Tis the heart of the rose and me — O youth, O maid, in your hour of need, Be true to the sacred three — Be true to the love that is love indeed, To thyself, and thy God, these three ! " Ere the bursting bud is grown To a rose nigh overblown, And the wind of the autumn eves Comes blowing and scattering all The damask drift of the dead rose leaves Under the orchard wall.
Página 146 - A-larking with my betters, A mad wag and a mad poet — Both of them men of letters ; Which two ungrateful parties, After all the care I've took Of them, make me write verses In Henry Owen's book.