Ancient Legends of Different Nations Many of Them From Old Books Now Out of Pri
Ancient Legends of Different Nations Many of Them From Old Books Now Out of Pri
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Gbe (Breat West TOtnbovo AN OLD CATHEDRAL LEGEND. I.
The great west window was framed and done; How proud was its painter, Father John ! The watchings by night at the furnace door, The long day's ponderings, all were o'er; The fires were quenched, and the fluxes and paints, The tracings of monarch, and prophets, and saints Were rolled and labeled, and hidden away, And life for Friar John was all holiday; His brushes were thrown in the nettly croft, And so was the palette he'd used so oft. But w...hen he saw that shining rood Glow like sunset seen through a wood, There rose in his soul a wicked pride, And his heart beat quick with a fuller tide, Nor thought Friar John, as his work he eyed, If God in that work was glorified.
59 II.
The window was a wondrous thing Blooming with an eternal spring Of jewel colours and precious dyes, Deep and rich as the western skies Such as the depths of the forest hide; Lapis-sapphire for martyr's robe; Scarlet for Herod's fiery pride; Ruby for Michael's flaming sword; Golden splendour for crown and globe Of David, the chosen of the Lord; Amethyst, emerald, peacock's dyes, At summer sunsets, and hues of flowers That start up purple after the showers The roses's crimson and iris bloom; Sunny lustres, and topaz gloom, Encircling a pale, sad face; A glory lighting it shed from skies That shone like God's own dwelling place And all these burned and melted so, That there was within a kingly glow, A pulse of light, a life-blood flowing Its varied colours ever showing.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Gbe (Breat West TOtnbovo AN OLD CATHEDRAL LEGEND. I.
The great west window was framed and done; How proud was its painter, Father John ! The watchings by night at the furnace door, The long day's ponderings, all were o'er; The fires were quenched, and the fluxes and paints, The tracings of monarch, and prophets, and saints Were rolled and labeled, and hidden away, And life for Friar John was all holiday; His brushes were thrown in the nettly croft, And so was the palette he'd used so oft. But w...hen he saw that shining rood Glow like sunset seen through a wood, There rose in his soul a wicked pride, And his heart beat quick with a fuller tide, Nor thought Friar John, as his work he eyed, If God in that work was glorified.
59 II.
The window was a wondrous thing Blooming with an eternal spring Of jewel colours and precious dyes, Deep and rich as the western skies Such as the depths of the forest hide; Lapis-sapphire for martyr's robe; Scarlet for Herod's fiery pride; Ruby for Michael's flaming sword; Golden splendour for crown and globe Of David, the chosen of the Lord; Amethyst, emerald, peacock's dyes, At summer sunsets, and hues of flowers That start up purple after the showers The roses's crimson and iris bloom; Sunny lustres, and topaz gloom, Encircling a pale, sad face; A glory lighting it shed from skies That shone like God's own dwelling place And all these burned and melted so, That there was within a kingly glow, A pulse of light, a life-blood flowing Its varied colours ever showing.
What to read after Ancient Legends of Different Nations Many of Them From Old Books Now Out of Pri?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Elizabeth Mary Lum to read onlineMoreLess
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