Thistledown; Verses, Original and TranslatedWilliams & Norgate, 1866 - 200 من الصفحات |
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... Lute , 126 The Cloud , 129 Uhland's Lines on his Mother's Death , 131 Wanderer's Song , 132 The Meadow of the Seven Brothers , 135 On an Armenian Christian's Grave , in the Cemetery at Constantinople , 139 Music at Sea , 140 Arab Legend ...
... Lute , 126 The Cloud , 129 Uhland's Lines on his Mother's Death , 131 Wanderer's Song , 132 The Meadow of the Seven Brothers , 135 On an Armenian Christian's Grave , in the Cemetery at Constantinople , 139 Music at Sea , 140 Arab Legend ...
الصفحة 127
... lute , his treasure , But finds that lute no more . ' Twas carried away by the whirlwind , It floats on the dreary wave , And the minstrel's tears are falling As though by his loved one's grave . ' Tis as though he heard her calling ...
... lute , his treasure , But finds that lute no more . ' Twas carried away by the whirlwind , It floats on the dreary wave , And the minstrel's tears are falling As though by his loved one's grave . ' Tis as though he heard her calling ...
الصفحة 128
... - The salt waves heave around . Far off he sees it gleaming , And swims to it wearily , And holds it aloft : then vanish Both minstrel and lute in the sea . The Cloud DARK cloud , that ' mid the evening 128 THISTLEDOWN .
... - The salt waves heave around . Far off he sees it gleaming , And swims to it wearily , And holds it aloft : then vanish Both minstrel and lute in the sea . The Cloud DARK cloud , that ' mid the evening 128 THISTLEDOWN .
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afar amid angel bands angel guardian barks beauty bells are ringing beneath blessed blest bloom breast breath bright brow child Church of Rome cloud CRAIGLEITH cross dark dead dear Deo gratias dews doth E'en earth earthly evermore faithful flower flowerets GERMAN OF UHLAND gloom glory God's golden grave green grief hath heart heather bell heaven holy Holy Mass hour Inzievar Isle Jesus Juxta crucem kings kneel life's light lily linger lonely Lord lute Mary Mater meek mild morning Mother mountain mournful myrtle neath nigh night NORTH BERWICK o'er peace pilgrim poor pray prayer Queen rest ringing rock rose Saint Saint Joseph Scotland shed shine silent singing sleep smile song sorrow soul St Margaret storm Sursum corda sweet tears thee thine thou thyme grows fair toil tomb tree Twas wags his tail wander wave weary wild
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الصفحة 198 - Cruce hac inebriari, Ob amorem Filii. Inflammatus et accensus Per te, Virgo, sim defensus In die judicii. Fac me cruce custodiri, Morte Christi praemuniri, Confoveri gratia.
الصفحة 196 - Mater, fons amoris, Me sentire vim doloris, Fac, ut tecum lugeam. Fac ut ardeat cor meum In amando Christum Deum, Ut sibi complaceam. Sancta Mater, istud agas, Crucifixi fige plagas Cordi meo valide.
الصفحة 196 - Eia Mater, fons amoris, me sentire vim doloris fac, ut tecum lugeam. Fac ut ardeat cor meum in amando Christum Deum ut sibi complaceam.
الصفحة 79 - Seven years before that awful day When time shall be no more, A watery deluge shall o'ersweep Hibernia's mossy shore ; The green-clad Isla, too, shall sink, While with the great and good, Columba's happier isle shall rear Her towers above the flood.
الصفحة 194 - Quis est homo qui non fleret, Christi matrem si videret, In tanto supplicio. Quis non posset contristari Piam matrem contemplari Dolentem cum Filio.
الصفحة 194 - STABAT Mater dolorosa Juxta crucem lacrymosa, Dum pendebat filius; Cujus animam gementem, Contristatam et dolentem, Pertransivit gladius.
الصفحة 196 - Piam matrem contemplari Dolentem cum filio. Pro peccatis suae gentis Vidit Jesum in tormentis Et flagellis subditum, Vidit suum dulcem natum Morientem, desolatum, Dum emisit spiritum.
الصفحة 79 - Seven years before that awful day. When time shall be no more, A watery deluge will o'er-sweep Hibernia's mossy shore; The green-clad Islay, too, shall sink, While, with the great and good, Columba's happy isle shall rear Her towers above the flood.
الصفحة 193 - As ^Etna's liquid all-devouring fire It rushes on, and changes all to death; Or like the avalanche in headlong ire, And bulk accumulating, rolls beneath Its huge Gorgonian crest whose frown shall turn All into dust, and spare not ev'n an urn.
الصفحة 193 - SWIFT and resistless as the ingulfing wave Of mighty ocean, rolls the wave of Time, Sweeping along o'er every age and clime ; Whose onward march not Death itself shall brave, But sink into that universal grave Of...