 | Sir Narayen Ganesh Chandavarkar - 1911 - 668 pages
...Born of the very sigh that silence heaves?" Even the misanthrope Byron felt this when he wrote : — " And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seemed stirred in prayer." It is on such occasions that man knows his power ol inspiration, however little he may... | |
 | English poetry - 1911 - 784 pages
...and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem stirr'd with prayer. cv. Sweet hour of twilight! — in the solitude Of the pine forest, and the... | |
 | Percy Brown - Architecture - 1912 - 346 pages
...and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer." Changu-Narain is one of four small hamlets, each containing a shrine sacred... | |
 | Floris Delattre - English literature - 1913 - 248 pages
...hour !... While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seemed stirred with [prayer ! (3) XV. xcvii : ...I sing by night, sometimes an owl, And now and then a nightingale. Page 20. (1)... | |
 | Edward Howard Griggs - Aesthetics - 1913 - 362 pages
...and soft — While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seemed stirred with prayer. Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of prayer ! Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of love ! Ave Maria ! may our spirits... | |
 | Giosuè Carducci - 1913 - 382 pages
...and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-dream stole aloft. And not a breath crept through the rosy air And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirred with prayer. Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of prayer ! Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of love... | |
 | William Henry Hudson - 1914 - 362 pages
...and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer. cm. Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of prayer ! Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - English literature - 1915 - 852 pages
...soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, 010 And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem stirr'd with prayer. . . . cv Sweet hour of twilight! — in the solitude Of the pine forest,... | |
 | Stephen Coleridge - American poetry - 1916 - 242 pages
...beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft And not a breath crept through the rosy air And yet the forest leaves seemed stirred with prayer. ' Oh Hesperus ! thou bringest all good things Home to the weary, to the hungry cheer, To the young... | |
 | Corrado Zacchetti - 1919 - 140 pages
...and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day hymn stoll aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the foresi leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer. » « Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of prayer ! Ave Maria ! 'tis... | |
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Ave, Maria ; blessed be the hour, The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft,... 
