The Poetical Work of Mrs. Felicia Hemans, Том 2Nathan Whiting, 1828 |
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... soul is springing , Though in her glance the light no more is mirth ! Her beauty leaves us in its rosy years ; Her sisters weep - but she hath done with tears ! -Now may the timbrel sound ! " ' Know'st thou for whom they sang the bridal ...
... soul is springing , Though in her glance the light no more is mirth ! Her beauty leaves us in its rosy years ; Her sisters weep - but she hath done with tears ! -Now may the timbrel sound ! " ' Know'st thou for whom they sang the bridal ...
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... soul again , " Soft be thy step through the silence deep , And move not the urn in the house of sleep , For the viewless have fearful might ! " But the gleaming sword and shield Of many a battle - day Hung o'er that urn , reveal'd By ...
... soul again , " Soft be thy step through the silence deep , And move not the urn in the house of sleep , For the viewless have fearful might ! " But the gleaming sword and shield Of many a battle - day Hung o'er that urn , reveal'd By ...
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... souls of the departed . See Planta's History of the Helvetic Confederacy . LOOK on the white Alps round ! If yet they gird a land Where freedom's voice and step are found , Forget ye not the band , The faithful band , our sires , who ...
... souls of the departed . See Planta's History of the Helvetic Confederacy . LOOK on the white Alps round ! If yet they gird a land Where freedom's voice and step are found , Forget ye not the band , The faithful band , our sires , who ...
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... soul shall wake , For ever pouring through his dreams , The gush of those untasted streams ! Bright , bright in many a rocky urn , The waters of our deserts lie , Yet at their source his lip shall burn , Parched with the fever's agony ...
... soul shall wake , For ever pouring through his dreams , The gush of those untasted streams ! Bright , bright in many a rocky urn , The waters of our deserts lie , Yet at their source his lip shall burn , Parched with the fever's agony ...
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... soul ; And solemn were the strains they poured Through the stillness of the night , With the cross above , and the crown and sword , And the silent king in sight . There was heard a heavy clang , As of steel - girt men the tread , And ...
... soul ; And solemn were the strains they poured Through the stillness of the night , With the cross above , and the crown and sword , And the silent king in sight . There was heard a heavy clang , As of steel - girt men the tread , And ...
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art thou banners beauty beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blue blue streams bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land bright wave brow cheek child dark dead death deep dreams dust dwell earth Eolian ev'n fair falchion farewell father flowers fount gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow Glyndwr's gone grave green hath heard heart Heaven holy hour joyous Lake of Lucerne land leaves light lone look look'd lyre midst mirth mother mountain mournful murmur night o'er pale pass'd proud rest rills rose round Sea-king shade shadow shining shore silent sleep slumber smile soft soft winds solemn song soul sound spear spirit stars stranger's heart stream sunny sunny brow sweet sword tears thee thine thou art thou hast thought tomb tone tree unto voice wakeful eye wanderer wave weep wert whispering wild wind woods wouldst young
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Сторінка 66 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame. Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear: — They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Сторінка 46 - Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies. — Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful Main...
Сторінка 67 - 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 62 - England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave '• Are not the rocks their funeral piles, The seas and shores their grave ' Go, stranger ! track the deep, Free, free the white sail spread Wave may not foam, nor wild wind sweep, Where rest not England's dead.
Сторінка 117 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest; with, such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Сторінка 93 - 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 64 - Come forth, O ye children of gladness, come! Where the violets lie may be now your home. Ye of the rose-cheek and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me, fly, With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay: Come forth to the sunshine: I may not stay!
Сторінка 172 - 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 ! Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Сторінка 47 - O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown : Yet must thou hear a voice — Restore the dead ! Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee ! — Restore the dead, thou sea ! BRING FLOWERS.
Сторінка 89 - 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. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. One...