Records of Woman, with Other PoemsWilliam Blackwood, 1828 - 320 стор. |
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... Sleep , 275 The Sunbeam , 277 Breathings of Spring , 280 The Illuminated City , 283 The Spells of Home , 286 Roman Girl's Song , 288 The Distant Ship , 293 The Birds of Passage , 296 The Graves of a Household , 299 Mozart's Requiem ...
... Sleep , 275 The Sunbeam , 277 Breathings of Spring , 280 The Illuminated City , 283 The Spells of Home , 286 Roman Girl's Song , 288 The Distant Ship , 293 The Birds of Passage , 296 The Graves of a Household , 299 Mozart's Requiem ...
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... sleep . I hear my veins beat . - Hark ! a bell's slow chime . My heart strikes with it . - Yet again - ' tis time ! A step ! -a voice ! -or but a rising breeze ? Hark ! haste ! -I come , to meet thee on the seas . VI . Now never more ...
... sleep . I hear my veins beat . - Hark ! a bell's slow chime . My heart strikes with it . - Yet again - ' tis time ! A step ! -a voice ! -or but a rising breeze ? Hark ! haste ! -I come , to meet thee on the seas . VI . Now never more ...
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... 'er fount and bower . Yes , thou and I , by stream , by shore , In song , in prayer , in sleep , Have been as we may be no more— Kind sister , let me weep ! I leave thee , father ! Eve's bright moon Must 24 RECORDS OF WOMAN .
... 'er fount and bower . Yes , thou and I , by stream , by shore , In song , in prayer , in sleep , Have been as we may be no more— Kind sister , let me weep ! I leave thee , father ! Eve's bright moon Must 24 RECORDS OF WOMAN .
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... sleep ! Will earth give love like yours again ? Sweet mother ! let me weep ! And like a slight young tree , that throws The weight of rain from its drooping boughs , B Once more she wept . But a changeful thing Is THE BRIDE OF THE GREEK ...
... sleep ! Will earth give love like yours again ? Sweet mother ! let me weep ! And like a slight young tree , that throws The weight of rain from its drooping boughs , B Once more she wept . But a changeful thing Is THE BRIDE OF THE GREEK ...
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... sleeping light , Bath'd each purple Sciote hill , - Gloomy lay the shore , and still . O'er the wave no gay guitar Sent its floating music far ; No glad sound of dancing feet Woke , the starry hours to greet . But a voice of mortal wo ...
... sleeping light , Bath'd each purple Sciote hill , - Gloomy lay the shore , and still . O'er the wave no gay guitar Sent its floating music far ; No glad sound of dancing feet Woke , the starry hours to greet . But a voice of mortal wo ...
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ARABELLA STUART art thou beautiful beneath bird bosom bow'd breast breath breeze bright bright land brightly brow cheek child Childe Harold dark dead death deep dream dust dwell earth Eudora Ev'n fair fear floating flowers fount gaze gentle glad glance gleam gloom glow gone grave green grief hair hath haunted heart heaven holy hour human voice hush'd JOANNA BAILLIE joyous leaves light lip's lips lone look'd lov'd lyre MADAME DE STAEL mantle midst mother mournful murmur night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer press'd proud RHEIMS rose round Seem'd shade shadow silent silvery sleep smile soft solemn song soul sound spirit stood stream strong sunny sweet sword tears tender thee thine things thou art Thou hast thou wert Thou'rt thought thro tomb tone Twas unto voice wandering wave weep whisper wild wind woman's woods young youth
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Сторінка 261 - 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 170 - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves, And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves.
Сторінка 262 - 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. 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 243 - Ye clouds that gorgeously repose around the setting sun, Answer ! have ye a home for those whose earthly race is run ? — The bright clouds answered, " We depart, we vanish from the sky ; Ask what is deathless in thy heart for that which cannot die.
Сторінка 169 - THE stately homes of England, How beautiful they stand, Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land ! The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Сторінка 163 - Thou hast left sorrow in thy song, A voice not loud, but deep ! The glorious bowers of earth among, How often didst thou weep ! Where couldst thou fix on mortal ground Thy tender thoughts and high ?— Now peace the woman's heart hath found, And joy the poet's eye.
Сторінка 263 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. 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.
Сторінка 56 - HER hands were clasp'd, her dark eyes raised, The breeze threw back her hair; Up to the fearful wheel she gazed — All that she loved was there. The night was round her clear and cold, The holy heaven above, Its pale stars watching to behold The might of earthly love.
Сторінка 58 - And thou, mine honour'd love and true, Bear on, bear nobly on We have the blessed heaven in view, Whose rest shall soon be won.
Сторінка 300 - 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.