Vision of Sir LaunfalHaldeman-Julius Company, 1922 - 58 Seiten |
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... winter there was coasting and skat ing ; in summer he could pitch hay , pick berries , wade in the brooks , wander in the woods or along the river . Any country boy can supply the rest . But there was one element in his country life ...
... winter there was coasting and skat ing ; in summer he could pitch hay , pick berries , wade in the brooks , wander in the woods or along the river . Any country boy can supply the rest . But there was one element in his country life ...
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... winter the boy could look out across the wide marshes of the Charles , brown and barren or buried under white levels of glittering snow . As spring came on , however , the leaves shut out , bit by bit , all this spacious landscape ...
... winter the boy could look out across the wide marshes of the Charles , brown and barren or buried under white levels of glittering snow . As spring came on , however , the leaves shut out , bit by bit , all this spacious landscape ...
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... winter , to a castle no longer his . He is driven from its doors , and , as he sits in the cold , the leper appears once more . Sir Launfal has now no gold to give , but he shares with the beg gar his single crust and gives him water ...
... winter , to a castle no longer his . He is driven from its doors , and , as he sits in the cold , the leper appears once more . Sir Launfal has now no gold to give , but he shares with the beg gar his single crust and gives him water ...
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... winter , intended to intensify helplessness and humiliation and impres sions of old age , is broken into by the description of the little brook , a description which dwells not on the desolation of winter , but on its joy and beauty ...
... winter , intended to intensify helplessness and humiliation and impres sions of old age , is broken into by the description of the little brook , a description which dwells not on the desolation of winter , but on its joy and beauty ...
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... winter , the sunlight that God gives freely to us all , the mystery of human sympathy that God would have us give and that we withhold , all these marvels and many more he feels intensely . And when one feels a thing so deeply that mere ...
... winter , the sunlight that God gives freely to us all , the mystery of human sympathy that God would have us give and that we withhold , all these marvels and many more he feels intensely . And when one feels a thing so deeply that mere ...
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Seite 46 - Then think I of deep shadows on the grass, Of meadows where in sun the cattle graze, Where, as the breezes pass, The gleaming rushes lean a thousand ways, Of leaves that slumber in a cloudy mass, Or whiten in the wind, of waters blue That from the distance sparkle through Some woodland gap, and of a sky above, Where one white cloud like a stray lamb doth move.
Seite 2 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Seite 33 - GOD sends his teachers unto every age, To every clime, and every race of men, With revelations fitted to their growth And shape of mind, nor gives the realm of Truth Into the selfish rule of one sole race : Therefore each form of worship that hath swayed The life of man, and given it to grasp The master-key of knowledge, reverence, Infolds some germs of goodness and of right...
Seite 15 - Lo, it is I, be not afraid In many climes, without avail, Thou hast spent thy life for the Holy Grail; Behold, it is here, — this cup which thou Didst fill at the streamlet for me but now; This crust is my body broken for thee; This water his blood that died on the tree; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need; Not what we give, but what we share, For the gift without the giver is bare; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, Himself, his hungering neighbor,...
Seite 12 - For another heir in his earldom sate; An old, bent man. worn out and frail, He came back from seeking the Holy Grail; Little he recked of his earldom's loss, No more on his surcoat was blazoned the cross, But deep in his soul the sign he wore.
Seite 3 - Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We are happy now because God wills it...
Seite 47 - My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee; The sight of thee calls back the robin's song, Who, from the dark old tree Beside the door, sang clearly all day long, And I, secure in childish piety, Listened as if I heard an angel sing With news from heaven, which he could bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.
Seite 52 - It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century ; — But better far it is to speak One simple word, which now and then Shall waken their free nature in the weak And friendless sons of men ; To write some earnest verse or line, Which, seeking not the praise of art, Shall make a clearer faith and manhood shine In the untutored heart. He who doth this, in verse or prose, May be forgotten in his day, But surely...
Seite 76 - He kin' o' 1'itered on the mat, Some doubtfle o' the sekle, His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity Zekle. An' yit she gin her cheer a jerk Ez though she wished him furder, An' on her apples kep' to work, Parin
Seite 4 - ... blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing; The breeze comes whispering in our ear That dandelions are blossoming near, That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing. That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by...