Turniej Pokemon

john3859

yixian:
[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]
[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]
[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]

[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]

s wearyAnd betimes he paused to rest;
Then he roseandpressing onwardMurmured lowly: "I must haste."
In his hand he held a chapletAnd his lips were moved in prayerFor the
darkness and the silence Seemed to whisper God was there.
On the lonely pilgrim journeyedNought disturbed him on his way
And his prayers he softly murmured As the midnight stole away. Hark!
amid the stillness rises On his ears a distant strain Softly sounding --
now it ceases -- Sweetly now it comes again.
In his path he paused to wonder While he listened to the sound: On it
cameso sweetso pensive'Mid the blast that howled around; And the
restless winds seemed soothed By that musicgentlemildAnd they
sleptas when a mother Rocks to rest her cradled child.
Strange and sweet the calm that followedStealing through the
[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]
Father Ryan's Poems
157
midnight air; Strange and sweet the sounds that floated Like an angel
breathing there. From the sky the clouds were drifting Swiftly one by
one awayAnd the sinless stars were shedding Here and there a silver
ray.
Why this change?
the pilgrim whispered -- "Whence that music?
whence its power? Earthly sounds are not so lovely! Angels love the
midnight hour!" Bending o'er his staffhe