the bridge of the dragon.
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Tales of heroic worth, and faith or deed
Smooth tuned unto some sweet, immortal rhyme:—
But, dearest to her heart, were thoughts which fed
Its anxious hope—of patient-love, sublime
In noiseless triumph over force and hate,
And brutal wrath, and lusts intemperate.
Smooth tuned unto some sweet, immortal rhyme:—
But, dearest to her heart, were thoughts which fed
Its anxious hope—of patient-love, sublime
In noiseless triumph over force and hate,
And brutal wrath, and lusts intemperate.
She was with noble Daniel, given o'er
Unto like shaggy doom; and, unaware
Her busy heart conceived him evermore,
As beautiful, with heavenly look, and air
By deathless youth upborne. Still memory bore
Unto her side, true saints enshrined there,—
Heroes of life-long patience and pure will,
Who kept her heart to its calm centre still.
Unto like shaggy doom; and, unaware
Her busy heart conceived him evermore,
As beautiful, with heavenly look, and air
By deathless youth upborne. Still memory bore
Unto her side, true saints enshrined there,—
Heroes of life-long patience and pure will,
Who kept her heart to its calm centre still.
Through the green darkness thus she journeyed on.
The sun went down, the brightness fled away
From the warm west, as when one dies, anon
From brow to heart the white eclipse makes way,
The sun went down, the brightness fled away
From the warm west, as when one dies, anon
From brow to heart the white eclipse makes way,
