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الصفحة 327 - And he saith unto them, Be not affrighted: Ye seek Jesus of Nazareth, which was crucified: he is risen; he is not here: behold the place where they laid him. 7 But go your way, tell his disciples and Peter that he goeth before you into Galilee: there shall ye see him, as he said unto you.
الصفحة 145 - Is our friend's, the Raphaelfaced young Priest, Who confessed her when she died." The setting is all of rubies red, And pearls which a Peri might have kept. For each ruby there my heart hath bled : For each pearl my eyes have wept.
الصفحة 133 - Of all the operas that Verdi wrote, The best, to my taste, is the Trovatore ; And Mario can soothe, with a tenor note, The souls in purgatory. The moon on the tower slept soft as snow ; And who was not thrilled in the strangest way, As we heard him sing, while the gas burned low,
الصفحة 134 - You'd have said that her fancy had gone back again, For one moment, under the old blue sky, . To the old glad life in Spain.
الصفحة 5 - Midnight, and love, and youth, and Italy ! Love in the land where love most lovely seems ! Land of my love, tho' I be far from thee, Lend, for love's sake, the light of thy moonbeams, The spirit of thy cypress-groves, and all Thy dark-eyed beauty, for a little while To my desire. Yet once more let her smile Fall o'er me : o'er me let her long hair fall, The lady of my life, whose lovely eyes Dreaming, or waking, lure me.
الصفحة 136 - Which she used to wear in her breast. It smelt so faint, and it smelt so sweet, It made me creep, and it made me cold ! Like the scent that steals from the crumbling sheet Where a mummy is half unrolled.
الصفحة 176 - Mid Life's perplexing checkers made, And many a game with Fortune played, — What is it we have won ? This, this at least — if this alone ; — That never, never, never more, As in those old still nights of yore (Ere we were grown so sadly wise), Can you and I shut out the skies, Shut out the world, and wintry weather, And, eyes exchanging warmth with eyes, Play chess, as then we played, together ! SONG.
الصفحة 133 - AT Paris it was, at the Opera there; — And she looked like a queen in a book that night, With the wreath of pearl in her raven hair, And the brooch on her breast, so bright. Of all the operas that Verdi wrote, The best, to my taste, is the Trovatore; And Mario can soothe with a tenor note The souls in Purgatory. The moon on the tower slept soft as snow: And who was not thrilled in the strangest way, As we heard him sing, while the gas burned low, "Non ti scordar di me...
الصفحة 135 - neath the cypress-trees together, In that lost land, in that soft clime, In the crimson evening weather; Of that muslin dress (for the eve was hot); And her warm white neck in its golden chain...
الصفحة 8 - Whose lips yet lingers reverence on a sigh. Judge what thy sense can reach not, most thine own, If once thy soul hath seized it. The unknown Is life to love, religion, poetry. The moon had set. There was not any light. Save of the lonely legion'd watch-stars pale In outer air, and what by fits made bright Hot oleanders in a rosy vale Search'd by the lamping fly, whose little spark Went in and out, like passion's bashful hope.