The Poetical Works of Mrs. Felicia Hemans, Том 2Evert Duyckinck, 1828 |
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... hand , therefore nothing is more fit for that delight than to know what be the flowers and plants which doe best perfume the aire . " - Lord Bacon's Essay on Gardens . Note 16 , page 11 , vol . 2 , lines 20 , 21 , 22 . I saw thee shine ...
... hand , therefore nothing is more fit for that delight than to know what be the flowers and plants which doe best perfume the aire . " - Lord Bacon's Essay on Gardens . Note 16 , page 11 , vol . 2 , lines 20 , 21 , 22 . I saw thee shine ...
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... hand could not grasp it well- From the pale oak - wreath , with a clash it fell Through the chamber of the dead ! The deep tomb rang with a heavy sound , And the urn lay shiver'd in fragments round ; And a rush , as of tempests , quench ...
... hand could not grasp it well- From the pale oak - wreath , with a clash it fell Through the chamber of the dead ! The deep tomb rang with a heavy sound , And the urn lay shiver'd in fragments round ; And a rush , as of tempests , quench ...
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... hand , — They have chased him far from the glorious land Where the feast of the gods is spread ! " He must go forth alone on his phantom steed , He must ride o'er the grave - hills with stormy speed ; His place is no longer at Odin's ...
... hand , — They have chased him far from the glorious land Where the feast of the gods is spread ! " He must go forth alone on his phantom steed , He must ride o'er the grave - hills with stormy speed ; His place is no longer at Odin's ...
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... hand From the dark and rocky strand , And to point a gleaming spear . Then a stillness on his spirit fell , Before th ' unearthly train , For he knew Valhalla's daughters well , The choosers of the slain ! And a sudden rising breeze ...
... hand From the dark and rocky strand , And to point a gleaming spear . Then a stillness on his spirit fell , Before th ' unearthly train , For he knew Valhalla's daughters well , The choosers of the slain ! And a sudden rising breeze ...
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... hand Of the battle - axe and brand , Lay cold on a pile of dead ! THE CAVERN OF THE THREE TELLS . SWISS TRADITION . The three founders of the Helvetic Confederacy are thought to sleep in a cavern near the lake of Lucerne . The herdsmen ...
... hand Of the battle - axe and brand , Lay cold on a pile of dead ! THE CAVERN OF THE THREE TELLS . SWISS TRADITION . The three founders of the Helvetic Confederacy are thought to sleep in a cavern near the lake of Lucerne . The herdsmen ...
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banners beauty beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blue blue streams bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land brow call'd child dark death deep dreams dust dwell earth Eolian ev'n fade fair falchion Fancy crown farewell father forest fount gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow Glyndwr's gone grave green hath heard heart Heaven hills holy hour hush'd joyous Lake of Lucerne land leaves light lone look look'd lyre midst mirth mother mountains mournful night o'er pale pass'd pines pour'd rest rills Rio Verde rocks round seem'd shades shadow shining shore silent sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound spear spirit stars stormy strain stranger's heart streams sunny sunny brow sweet sword tears thee thine thou art Thou hast thought tomb tone trumpet unto voice wake wakeful eye wave weep wert wild wind woods wouldst young
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Сторінка 88 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free!
Сторінка 89 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Сторінка 85 - Traveller, in the stranger's land, Far from thine own household band ; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone ; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath, not leave to dwell ; Sailor, on the darkening sea — Lift the heart and bend the knee...
Сторінка 68 - Give back the lost and lovely ! — those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long ! The prayer went up...
Сторінка 111 - O'er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight— Where are those dreamers now? One midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream, is laid ; The Indian knows his place of rest Far in the cedar shade.
Сторінка 115 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Сторінка 135 - Speak, father," once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Сторінка 135 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Сторінка 137 - Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Сторінка 194 - midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ? Not there, not there, my child. Is it far away in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand, Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? Not there, not there, my child.