The Poetical Works of Mrs. Felicia Hemans: Complete in One VolumeGrigg & Elliot, 1836 - 444 стор. |
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... breath had touched not ; thee , nor him , The true in all things found ! -and thou wert blest Even then , that no remembered change could dim The perfect image of affection , pressed Like armour to thy bosom ! -thou hadst kept Watch by ...
... breath had touched not ; thee , nor him , The true in all things found ! -and thou wert blest Even then , that no remembered change could dim The perfect image of affection , pressed Like armour to thy bosom ! -thou hadst kept Watch by ...
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... breath within the soul ! -It filled that song From your victorious voices ! -but the glow On the hot air and lurid skies increased- -Faint grew the sounds - more faint - I listened- they had ceased ! Of incense . I stood still - as ...
... breath within the soul ! -It filled that song From your victorious voices ! -but the glow On the hot air and lurid skies increased- -Faint grew the sounds - more faint - I listened- they had ceased ! Of incense . I stood still - as ...
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... breath , My. They touch with fire , thought's graven page , the roll Stamped with past years - and lo ! it shrivels as a scroll ! LXXV . And this was of such hours ! -the sudden flow Of my soul's tide seemed whelming me ; the glare Of ...
... breath , My. They touch with fire , thought's graven page , the roll Stamped with past years - and lo ! it shrivels as a scroll ! LXXV . And this was of such hours ! -the sudden flow Of my soul's tide seemed whelming me ; the glare Of ...
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Complete in One Volume Mrs. Hemans. Redeemer ! dimmed by this world's misty breath , My wild and wandering thoughts back from their Surely thou wert ! -my heart grew hushed be- And think man wakes to grief , wakening to thee , XCII . Now ...
Complete in One Volume Mrs. Hemans. Redeemer ! dimmed by this world's misty breath , My wild and wandering thoughts back from their Surely thou wert ! -my heart grew hushed be- And think man wakes to grief , wakening to thee , XCII . Now ...
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art thou banners beauty beneath bless blest bosom bowers brave breast breath breeze bright bright land bright waves broken flower brow cloud Conradin dark dead death deep doth dread dreams dwell e'en earth Elmina fair falchion farewell father fear flowers fount gaze glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone Gonzalez grave grief hath hear heart Heaven hills holy hope hour hushed land light lone look lyre METASTASIO midst mighty Montalba Moorish mournful murmur ne'er night o'er pale Procida proud Provençal Raimond repose rills rocks Roncesvalles rose round scene shade shadow shed shore shrine silent skies sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound Spain spirit stars stream sunbeam sunny sweet swell sword tears tempest thee thine thou art Thou hast thought thrilling tomb tone unto Vittoria voice wake wave weep wild wind young
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Сторінка 65 - E'en while with us thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust to its narrow house beneath ! Soul to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.
Сторінка 277 - 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.
Сторінка 278 - 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!
Сторінка 270 - 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 269 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Сторінка 289 - Her lot is on you !— to be found untired, Watching the stars out by the bed of pain, With a pale cheek, and yet a brow inspired, And a true heart of hope, though hope be vain ; Meekly to bear with wrong, to cheer decay, And oh ! to love through all things— therefore pray...
Сторінка 332 - I HEAR thee speak of the better land, Thou call'st its children a happy band ; Mother! oh, where is that radiant shore? Shall we not seek it, and weep no more? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies glance through the myrtle boughs ?" — " Not there, not there, my child...
Сторінка 244 - The better days of life were ours; The worst can be but mine; The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers, Shall never more be thine.
Сторінка 262 - ... The place was kept at board and hearth so long, The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song ! Hold fast thy buried Isles, thy towers o'erthrown — But all is not thine own. To thee the love of woman hath gone down, Dark flow thy tides o'er manhood's noble head, 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...
Сторінка 269 - I know whence the shadow comes o'er you now Ye have strewn the dust on the sunny brow ! Ye have given the lovely to earth's embrace, She hath taken the fairest of beauty's race, With their laughing eyes and their...