Three times, and drew him under in the mere. Then spoke King Arthur, drawing thicker breath:. Speak out: what is it thou hast heard, or seen? Nor shall see, here or elsewhere, till I die,. Then with both hands I flung him, wheeling him;. That caught him by the hilt, and brandish'd him.
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And answer made King Arthur, breathing hard:. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight,. So saying, from the pavement he half rose,.
And would have spoken, but he found not words,. Then took with care, and kneeling on one knee,. O'er both his shoulders drew the languid hands,. And rising bore him thro' the place of tombs. But, as he walk'd, King Arthur panted hard,.
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When all the house is mute. So sigh'd the King. Muttering and murmuring at his ear, "Quick, quick! But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge,.
"The Red String Of Fate" by Anonymous
Clothed with his breath, and looking, as he walk'd. His own thought drove him like a goad. And barren chasms, and all to left and right. The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based. Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge. That all the decks were dense with stately forms.
Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream—by these. Three Queens with crowns of gold—and from them rose. All night in a waste land, where no one comes,. Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, "Place me in the barge,". And to the barge they came. There those three Queens. Put forth their hands, and took the King, and wept. And loosed the shatter'd casque, and chafed his hands,.
And call'd him by his name, complaining loud. Striped with dark blood: for all his face was white. Smote by the fresh beam of the springing east;. And all his greaves and cuisses dash'd with drops. Mix'd with the knightly growth that fringed his lips. Not like that Arthur who, with lance in rest,.
Shot thro' the lists at Camelot, and charged. Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere:. And every chance brought out a noble knight. Such times have been not since the light that led. And the days darken round me, and the years,. And slowly answer'd Arthur from the barge:. Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. I have lived my life, and that which I have done. Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer.
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Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice. If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer. Both for themselves and those who call them friend?
Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns. So said he, and the barge with oar and sail. Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan. Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood. Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn,. More Poems by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Break, Break, Break. The Charge of the Light Brigade. Crossing the Bar. The Eagle. See All Poems by this Author. See a problem on this page? Although we wanted to keep you here!!!
However, this is quite a selfish wish.
One we know we should ignore But, sweet babies name , we truly do believe That God must have needed you more Perhaps to be an Angel now, Full of wisdom and love Watching over those of us who love you From the shining stars above. We miss you more than you can know. You will never be replaced In our hearts and memories forever, Will be your sweet and innocent sleeping face.
If Roses grow in Heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for me Place them in my Mother's arms And tell her they're from me Tell her I love her and miss her And when she turns to smile Place a kiss upon her cheek And hold her for awhile Because remembering her is easy, I do it every day But there's an ache within my heart Because I am missing her today Those we love remain with us for love itself lives on Cherished memories never fade because one loved is gone Those we love can never be more than a thought apart For as long as there is a memory they live on in our heart.
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am a diamond glint of snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. I am the soft star shine at night. I did not die.
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one, I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.. I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days. I'd like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun, Of happy memories that I leave behind When life is done.
This day will be a celebration of the short time you were here. You will always be remembered with great love and many tears. But to only feel pain and sorrow would not be fair to you. Your life meant so much more to us, more than words could say. You were here so briefly, I wonder if you knew all the ways you've touched our world and our hearts and everyone who knew you since the day God called you home.
Now my child, you're an angel with your heavenly Father above, we see not only what we've lost but our capacity of love. There will always be a big void in our life and a hole in our hearts that will never heal. Our souls will grieve forever. Will we forget or stop loving you? Not now, not ever. As this day is upon us, oh, how our hearts still hurt.