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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,... "
The Crescent and the Cross; Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel - Page 173
1845 - 768 pages
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Poems

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1859
...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. Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of prayer ! Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of love !...
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Catholic Italy, its institutions and sanctuaries

Charles Isidore Hemans - 1860
...of the cAve Maria hallowing the sweet hour of twilight, in Ravenna's pine forest — When not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves scem'd stirr'd with prayer. Scott , in his poetry at least, owes almost the entire machinery of effects...
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A First Class Reader: Consisting of Extracts, in Prose and Verse, with ...

George Stillman Hillard - Readers (Secondary) - 1861 - 552 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. Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail the seas, on the first day When...
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Legends of the Madonna as Represented in the Fine Arts

Mrs. Jameson (Anna) - 1861 - 483 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." •work. (Protevangelion, ix. 7.) Had any exact attention been paid to...
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Popular poetry: a selection of pieces old and new

Popular poetry - 1862 - 220 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. Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail the seas, on the first day When...
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Many thoughts of many minds. Compiled by H. Southgate

Henry Southgate - 1862
...broad glare, yet sound to me none came. But of the living blood that ran within my frame. Shellty. And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves secm'd stirr'd with prayer. Byron. SILENCE— Supremacy of. Above the mist, above the cloud, Above...
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Essays in History and Art

Robert Hogarth Patterson - Art - 1862 - 526 pages
...deep bell in the distant tower, And the faint dying day -hymn stole aloft ; While not a breath stole through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seemed stirred with prayer ! " Study is impossible in the Summer evenings — those long, clear, mellow nights, when the Evening...
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The Biblical treasury, Volumes 1-2

...sleeping servants. All was in fine harmony to sight and sound around me ; all nature seemed in profonndest rest, yet palpitating with a quiet pleasure ; the...yet the forest leaves seemed stirred with prayer." ELTOT WAEBURTO.V, from " The Crescent and the Crott." THE BOOK OF PSALMS. WHAT is there necessary for...
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A Guide to Spain

1865
...beautiful and soft ! While swung the deep bf 11 in the distant tow'r, And the dying day hymn stole aloft. And not a breath crept through the rosy air. And yet, the forest leaves seemed stirred with prayer. BYRON. Sight-seeing. Churches. — The Cathedral, La Caridad, San Isidore, San Miguel, Sta. Maria la...
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Poems

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1866
...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. Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of prayer I Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of love !...
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