 | Henry George Bohn - Quotations - 1867 - 752 pages
...the deep bell in tie distant tower. SUNSET — continued, 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. 'Tis sunset : to the firmament serene, The Atlantic wave reflects a gorgeous... | |
 | John W. Thomas - 1867 - 172 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 foicstleaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer."k XXIX. 'Twas not in Italy nor Greece, 'tis true, But further... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - Megara (Poem) - 1870 - 288 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 stirr'd with prayer. Not, we beg leave to say, that we are Roman Catholic, either in our creed or our... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - Fore-edge painting - 1870 - 770 pages
...and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day hymn stole aloft, Byron seem'd stirr'd with prayer. CHI. Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of prayer ! Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1871 - 968 pages
...soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower Or the faint dying day hymn stole aloft, And not n r To be shattered by the blast, And to hear the rattling trumpet Thunder, " Cut away the Ave Maria ! 't is the hour of prayer ! Ave Maria ! 't is the hour of love ! Ave Maria ! may our spirits... | |
 | Poetry - 1872 - 710 pages
...and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, f a mind in health Is rest of heart, and pleasure felt at home. False seem'd etirr'd with prayer. Soft hour 1 which makes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1872 - 776 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. Are Maria ! 'tis the hour of prayer ! Look up to thine and to thy Son's above... | |
 | Erma - 1872 - 286 pages
...so mysteriously on the earth when she loses the source of light brought them back to themselves. " Not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem stirr'd with prayer," said Cecil, turning to her; and then they went down the hill again. And... | |
 | Mrs. Jameson (Anna) - 1872 - 484 pages
...and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distent tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forcst leaves seemed stirred with prayer.' 5 Protevangelion is. 7. U3 for according to one tradition,... | |
 | Andrew John Ramsay - Canadian poetry - 1873 - 216 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." To the left was the city, beyond it the Victoria Bridge, and, glinting in the evening sun, the mighty... | |
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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,... 
