The Poetical Works of Mrs. Felicia Hemans, Том 2Evert Duyckinck, 1828 |
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... Mother The Farewell to the Dead MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . The Treasures of the Deep Bring Flowers The Crusader's Return Thekla's Song , or , The Voice of a Spirit , -from the German of Schiller 279232 68 69 70 72 vi The Revellers CONTENTS ...
... Mother The Farewell to the Dead MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . The Treasures of the Deep Bring Flowers The Crusader's Return Thekla's Song , or , The Voice of a Spirit , -from the German of Schiller 279232 68 69 70 72 vi The Revellers CONTENTS ...
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... Mother 89 The Child and Dove 91 The Child's Last Sleep 92 The Lady of the Castle 93 To the Ivy 95 Troubadour Song On a Leaf from the Tomb of Virgil For a Design of a Butterfly resting on a Skull The Lost Pleiad The Sleeper on Marathon ...
... Mother 89 The Child and Dove 91 The Child's Last Sleep 92 The Lady of the Castle 93 To the Ivy 95 Troubadour Song On a Leaf from the Tomb of Virgil For a Design of a Butterfly resting on a Skull The Lost Pleiad The Sleeper on Marathon ...
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... Ivy of Kenilworth 205 The Mother and Child 207 Angel Visits 208 • The Cottage Girl The Cross in the Wilderness The Childe's Destiny ' The Bell at Sea 210 211 214 216 THE FOREST SANCTUARY . Ihr Plätze aller meiner stillen Freuden.
... Ivy of Kenilworth 205 The Mother and Child 207 Angel Visits 208 • The Cottage Girl The Cross in the Wilderness The Childe's Destiny ' The Bell at Sea 210 211 214 216 THE FOREST SANCTUARY . Ihr Plätze aller meiner stillen Freuden.
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... mother ! -that was but a gleam Of Memory , fleeting fast ; and then his play Through the wide Llanos ( 21 ) cheer'd again our way , And by the mighty Oronoco stream , On whose lone margin we have heard at morn , From the mysterious ...
... mother ! -that was but a gleam Of Memory , fleeting fast ; and then his play Through the wide Llanos ( 21 ) cheer'd again our way , And by the mighty Oronoco stream , On whose lone margin we have heard at morn , From the mysterious ...
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... mother's cry Sounds wild and shrill through the midnight sky ! -Where are they ? -thou ' rt seeking some distant coast Oh , ask of them , stranger ! -send back the lost ! Tell them we mourn by the dark blue streams , Tell them our lives ...
... mother's cry Sounds wild and shrill through the midnight sky ! -Where are they ? -thou ' rt seeking some distant coast Oh , ask of them , stranger ! -send back the lost ! Tell them we mourn by the dark blue streams , Tell them our lives ...
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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.