 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...  Records of Woman, with Other Poems - Сторінка 56автори: Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 320 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Joanna Baillie - 1800 - 430 стор.
...thee from nature, shall unloose This fixed and sacred hold. In thy dark prisonhouse ; In the terrifick face of armed law ; Yea, on the scaffold, if it needs must be, 1 never will forsake thee. De Mon. (looking at her with admiration.) Heav'n bless thy gen'rous soul,... | |
 | Joanna Baillie - 1802 - 422 стор.
...from nature, shall unloose This fixed and sacred hold. In thy dark prison^ house ; In the terrifick face of armed law ; Yea, on the scaffold, if it needs must be, } never will forsake thee, DC Mon. (looking at her with admiration.) Heav'n bless thy gen'rous soul,... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 428 стор.
...over us; But nothing, till that latest agony Which severs thee from nature, shall unloose This fix'd and sacred hold. In thy dark prison-house; In the...scaffold, if it needs must be, I never will forsake thee. De Mon. [Looking at her with admiration.] Heav'n bless thy generous soul, my noble Jane ! I thought... | |
 | Thomas Holcroft - 1808 - 428 стор.
...over us; But nothing, till that latest agony Which severs thee from nature, shall unloose This fix'd and sacred hold. In thy dark prison-house; In the...scaffold, if it needs must be, I never will forsake thee. De Man. [Looking at her with admiration.] Heav'n bless thy generous soul, my noble Jane ! I thought... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 446 стор.
...over us; But nothing, till that latest agony Which severs thee from nature, shall unloose This fix'd and sacred hold. In thy dark prison-house; In the...scaffold, if it needs must be, I never will forsake thee. DC Mon. [Looking at her with admiration.] Heav'n bless thy generous soul, my noble Jane ! I thought... | |
 | 1830 - 504 стор.
...Gertrude Von der Wart to her Husband on the Wheel : — 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,... | |
 | Joanna Baillie - 1821 - 428 стор.
...o'er us ; But nothing, till that latest agony Which severs thee from nature, shall unloose This fix'd and sacred hold. In thy dark prisonhouse ; In the...scaffold, if it needs must be, I never will forsake thee. De Mon. (looking at her with admiration.) Heav'n bless thy gen'rous soul, my noble Jane ! I thought... | |
 | Miss Stockdale (Mary R.), Mary R. Stockdale - 1821 - 454 стор.
...sacred joy, Whate'er his state, condition, rank and power. WHITE KNIGHTS. • In thy dark prison house, In the terrific face of armed law, Yea, on the scaffold,...must be, I never will forsake thee ! JOANNA BAILLIE. EARLY rising had always been familiar to Edgar, and his good taste, and proper feelings, would have... | |
 | Mary R. Sterndale - 1821 - 886 стор.
...sacred joy, Whate'er his state, condition, rank and power. WHIYE KNIGHYS. • In thy dark prison house, In the terrific face of armed law, Yea, on the scaffold,...must be, I never will forsake thee! JOANNA BAILLIE. EARLY rising had always been familiar to Edgar, and his good taste, and proper feelings, would have... | |
 | 1828 - 604 стор.
...worthy the pea of proud names in onr poetic annals. " 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,... | |
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