The Lady of La Garaye

Front Cover
J. Bradburn, 1864 - 115 pages
0 Reviews
Reviews aren't verified, but Google checks for and removes fake content when it's identified
 

What people are saying - Write a review

We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.

Selected pages

Other editions - View all

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 113 - On England's annals, through the long Hereafter of her speech and song, That light its rays shall cast From portals of the past. SANTA FILOMENA. 67 A lady with a lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.
Page 113 - ... suddenly, The vision came and went, * The light shone and was spent. On England's annals, through the long Hereafter of her speech and song, That light its rays shall cast From portals of the past. A lady with a lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood. Nor even shall be wanting here The palm, the lily, and the spear, The symbols that of yore Saint Filomena bore.
Page 47 - Crooked and sick for ever she must be : Her life of wild activity and glee Was with the past, the future was a life Dismal and feeble ; full of suffering ; rife With chill denials of accustomed joy, Continual torment and obscure annoy. Blighted in all her bloom — her withered frame Must now inherit age ; young but in name. Never could she, at close of some long day Of pain that strove with hope, exulting lay A tiny new-born infant on her breast...
Page 19 - Each day some lingering trace Of human government and human care : The things of air And earth, usurp the walls to be their own; Creatures that dwell alone, Occupy boldly: every mouldering nook Wherein we peer and look, Seems with wild denizens so swarming rife, We know the healthy stir of human life Must be forever gone! The walls where hung the warriors...
Page 103 - All varying forms of sickness and distress, And many a poor worn face that hath not smiled For years, and many a feeble, crippled child, Blesses the tall white portal where they stand, And the dear Lady of the liberal hand.
Page 12 - They died within two years of each other, and were buried among their poor...
Page 108 - Servant of God, well done ! They serve God well Who serve his creatures ; when the funeral bell Tolls for the dead, there's nothing left of all That decks the scutcheon and the velvet pall Save this. The coronet is empty show. The strength and loveliness are hid below, The shifting wealth to others hath accrued, And learning cheers not the grave's solitude.
Page 105 - Garaye," written by Mrs. Norton. The story is that of the last owners of the chateau, the Comte Claude Marot and his wife. A few lines of the poem may not be inappropriate here, as we take leave of Dinan and its delightful neighbourhood: " Go forth in snow-white cap and sable gown, Tending the sick and hungry in the town, And show dim pictures on their quiet walls Of those who dwelt in Garaye' s ruined halls." Leaving Dinan, our party betook themselves westward to Lamballe, pausing at the Hotel de...
Page 7 - Stood listening to thce in some brilliant crowd, With the warm triumph of a youthful smile. Oh ! little now remains of all that was ! Even for this gift of linking measured words, My heart oft questions, with discouraged pause, Does music linger in the slackening chords? Yet, friend, I feel not that all power is fled, While offering to thee, for the kindly years, The intangible gift of thought, whose silver thread Heaven keeps untarnished by our bitterest tears.
Page 108 - scutcheon and the velvet pall, Save this. The coronet is empty show ; The strength and loveliness are hid below ; The shifting wealth to others hath accrued, And learning cheers not the grave's solitude.

Bibliographic information