Hidden fields
Books Books
" Against the red throb of its sunset-heart I laid my own to beat, And share commingling heat; But not by that, by that, was eased my human smart. In vain my tears were wet on Heaven's grey cheek. "
Catholic World - Page 626
1908
Full view - About this book

Poems

Francis Thompson - 1893 - 140 pages
...When she lit her glimmering tapers Round the day's dead sanctities. I laughed in the morning's eyes. I triumphed and I saddened with all weather, Heaven...But not by that, by that, was eased my human smart. In vain my tears were wet on Heaven's grey cheek. For ah ! we know not what each other says, These...
Full view - About this book

Littell's Living Age, Volume 203

1894 - 858 pages
...dead sanctities. I laughed in the morning's eye*. I triumphed and I saddened with ill weather, tears Heaven and I wept together, And its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine. But not by that, by that was eased my human smart. The sternest disillusion is yet to come. Hitherto,...
Full view - About this book

The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volume 183

1896 - 606 pages
...secrets of her changes, and how the clouds arise, and would triumph and sadden with all weather : — ' Against the red throb of its sunset-heart I laid my...But not by that, by that, was eased my human smart. In vain my tsars were wet on Heaven's grey cheek.' And still the chase presses on; life seems wasted;...
Full view - About this book

Regeneration: The Gate of Heaven

Kenneth Sylvan Guthrie - 1897 - 180 pages
...how the clouds arise, and would triumph and sadden with all weather: "Against the red throb of the sunset-heart I laid my own to beat, And share commingling heat, But not, by that, was eased my human smart; In vain my tears were wet on Heaven's grey cheek." And still the chase presses...
Full view - About this book

Evolution of Expression, Volume 4

Charles Wesley Emerson - 1905 - 142 pages
...When she lit her glimmering tapers Round the day's dead sanctities. I laughed in the morning's eyes. I triumphed and I saddened with all weather, Heaven and I wept together, And its sweet tears were salt with.mortal mine. Against the red throb of its sunset-heart I laid my own to beat, And share commingling...
Full view - About this book

Catholic World, Volume 86

1908 - 1476 pages
...their angel snatches them away. Then it tries the secrets of Nature. I laughed in the morning's eyes. I triumphed and I saddened with all weather, Heaven...salt with mortal mine ; Against the red throb of its sunset- heart I laid my own to beat And share commingling heat ; But not by that, by that, was eased...
Full view - About this book

Selected Poems of Francis Thompson

Francis Thompson - 1908 - 176 pages
...When she lit her glimmering tapers Round the day's dead sanctities. I laughed in the morning's eyes. I triumphed and I saddened with all weather, Heaven...sweet tears were salt with, mortal mine; Against the fed throb of its sunset-heart I laid my own to beat, And share commingling heat; But not by that, by...
Full view - About this book

Selected Poems

Francis Thompson - 1910 - 178 pages
...When she lit her glimmering tapers Round the day's dead sanctities. I laughed in the morning's eyes. I triumphed and I saddened with all weather, Heaven...But not by that, by that, was eased my human smart. In vain my tears were wet on Heaven's grey cheek. For ah! we know not what each other says, These things...
Full view - About this book

A Manual of Spiritual Fortification

1910 - 332 pages
...When she lit her glimmering tapers Round the day's dead sanctities. I laughed in the morning's eyes. I triumphed and I saddened with all weather, Heaven...But not by that, by that, was eased my human smart. In vain my tears were wet on Heaven's grey cheek. For ah! we know not what each other says, These things...
Full view - About this book

A Poet's Anthology of Poems

Alfred Noyes - 1911 - 446 pages
...When she lit her glimmering tapers Round the day's dead sanctities. I laughed in the morning's eyes. I triumphed and I saddened with all weather, Heaven...red throb of its sunset-heart I laid my own to beat, 339 smart. In vain my tears were wet on Heaven's grey cheek. For ah ! we know not what each other says,...
Full view - About this book




  1. My library
  2. Help
  3. Advanced Book Search
  4. Download EPUB
  5. Download PDF