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" At last — (it was the Christmas night, Stars shone after a day of storm) — He sees float past an iceberg white, And on it — Christ! — a living form! That furtive mien, that scowling eye, Of hair that red and tufted fell It is — Oh, where shall... "
Cabot's Discovery of North America - Seite 56
von George Edward Weare - 1897 - 343 Seiten
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Fraser's Magazine, Band 62

1860 - 860 Seiten
...no convents more! The hurtling Polar lights are near'd; The sea without a human shore. At last—(it was the Christmas night; Stars shone after a day of storm)— He sees float near an iceberg white, And on it—Christ!—a living form.! That furtive mien—that scowling eye—...
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Littell's Living Age, Band 66

1860 - 894 Seiten
...now no bells, no convents more ! Tho hurtling polar lights aro near'd; The sea without a human shore. At last — (it was the Christmas night; Stars shone after a day of storm) — Ho sees float near an iceberg white, And on it — Christ ! — a living form ! That furtive mien...
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New Poems

Matthew Arnold - 1867 - 226 Seiten
...now no bells, no convents more ! The hurtling Polar lights are neared, The sea without a human shore. At last — (it was the Christmas night, Stars shone...scowling eye, Of hair that red and tufted fell It is — O, where shall Brandan fly ? — The traitor Judas, out of hell! Palsied with terror Brandan sate;...
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New poems

Matthew Arnold - 1868 - 264 Seiten
...now no bells, no convents more ! The hurtling Polar lights are near'd, The sea without a human shore. At last — (it was the Christmas night, Stars shone...that red and tufted fell It is — Oh, where shall Brandan fly?— The traitor Judas, out of hell ! Palsied with terror, Brandan sate; The moon was bright,...
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The Life of Christ, Band 1

Frederic William Farrar - 1874 - 524 Seiten
...Arnold : — " At last (it was the Christmas night ; Stars shone after a day of storm) He sees float by an iceberg white, And on it — Christ ! — a living...that red and tufted fell ; It is— oh, where shall Brandan fly ? — The traitor Judas, out of hell." are partly veiled, there are some who recognise...
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The Life of Christ, Band 1

Frederic William Farrar - 1874 - 528 Seiten
...notion of his aspect, see the story of St. Brandan, so exquisitely told by Mr. Matthew Arnold : — " At last (it was the Christmas night ; Stars shone after a day of storm) He sees float by an iceberg white, And on it — Christ ! — a living form ! ' ' That furtive minn, that scowling...
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Poems by Matthew Arnold: Early poems, narrative poems and sonnets

Matthew Arnold - 1877 - 292 Seiten
...now no bells, no convents more ! The hurtling Polar lights are near'd, The sea without a human shore. At last — (it was the Christmas night; Stars shone...that red and tufted fell It is — Oh, where shall Brandan fly? — The traitor Judas, out of hell! Palsied with terror, Brandan sate; The moon was bright,...
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Poems: Early poems, narrative poems, and sonnets

Matthew Arnold - 1877 - 290 Seiten
...now no bells, no convents more! The hurtling Polar lights are near'd, The sea without a human shore. That furtive mien, that scowling eye, Of hair that red and tufted fell It is—Oh, where shall Brandan fly?— The traitor Judas, out of hell! Palsied with terror, Brandan sate;...
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A Poetry Book of Modern Poets: Consisting of Songs & Sonnets, Odes & Lyrics ...

Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 376 Seiten
...now no bells, no convents more ! The hurtling Polar lights are near'd, The sea without a human shore. At last— (it was the Christmas night, Stars shone...that red and tufted fell It is — Oh, where shall Brandan fly? — The traitor Judas, out of hell ! Palsied with terror, Brandan sate ; The moon was...
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A Poetry-book of Modern Poets

Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 358 Seiten
...no convents more! The hurtling Polar lights are near'd, The sea without a human shore. At last—(it was the Christmas night, Stars shone after a day of...storm)— He sees float past an iceberg white, And on it—Christ!—a living form! That furtive mien, that scowling eye, Of hair that red and tufted fell...
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