Poems of Places: England and Wales, Том 2Henry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1876 |
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... joy Stepped on the Promise - land ; Until the rest , in order blest , Were ranged , and , kneeling there , Gave blessing to the God of heaven In a lowly chanted prayer . C Then over the brow of the seaward hill In GLASTONBURY .
... joy Stepped on the Promise - land ; Until the rest , in order blest , Were ranged , and , kneeling there , Gave blessing to the God of heaven In a lowly chanted prayer . C Then over the brow of the seaward hill In GLASTONBURY .
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... heaven and folded palms There lay an arméd form . It is the winter deep , and all The glittering fields that morn In Avalon's isle were over - snowed The day the Lord was born ; And as they cross the northward brow , See white , but not ...
... heaven and folded palms There lay an arméd form . It is the winter deep , and all The glittering fields that morn In Avalon's isle were over - snowed The day the Lord was born ; And as they cross the northward brow , See white , but not ...
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... Heaven For the light and grace divine ; In the open cheer of the abbaye near They dwell their purposed day , And then they part , with blessed thoughts , Each on his homeward way . * * * * * The winds are high in Saint Michael's Tor ...
... Heaven For the light and grace divine ; In the open cheer of the abbaye near They dwell their purposed day , And then they part , with blessed thoughts , Each on his homeward way . * * * * * The winds are high in Saint Michael's Tor ...
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... heaven's eternal shore . Erelong a princely multitude Moved on through arches gray Which yet , though shattered , stand where stood ( God grant they stand for aye ! ) Saint Joseph's church of woven wood On England's baptism day . The ...
... heaven's eternal shore . Erelong a princely multitude Moved on through arches gray Which yet , though shattered , stand where stood ( God grant they stand for aye ! ) Saint Joseph's church of woven wood On England's baptism day . The ...
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... ; That crown upon that dust he laid , And knelt in reverence down , And raised both hands to heaven , and said , " Thou God art King alone ! " * * * Aubrey de Vere . GLASTONBURY ABBEY AND WELLS CATHEDRAL . LORY and boast of GLASTONBURY .
... ; That crown upon that dust he laid , And knelt in reverence down , And raised both hands to heaven , and said , " Thou God art King alone ! " * * * Aubrey de Vere . GLASTONBURY ABBEY AND WELLS CATHEDRAL . LORY and boast of GLASTONBURY .
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ABBEY ancient arch behold bells beneath breast breath breeze brow calm clouds crown Cusha dark days of yore dead death deep doth dream dwell earth eyes fair gazed gleam gliding glory GRASMERE grave gray green HADDON HALL hall hand happy hath HATHERN hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn Henry Alford hill holy hour INGLEWOOD FOREST James Payn King light London lonely look Lord mighty MONGEWELL mountain mourned NETLEY ABBEY NEWSTEAD ABBEY night Nore o'er once pass peace Praise rise roar Robert Southey Robert Stephen Hawker rock rolled round Saint scene shade shine sight silent Sir Walter sleep smile solemn song soul sound spot stone stood stream street sweet thee thine Thomas Tickell thou thought tomb towers trees uppe vale voice vulgar Boy walls wave Whittington wild William Lisle Bowles William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind woods
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