Records of Woman: And Other PoemsW. Blackwood, 1853 - 276 стор. |
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... SONGS The Storm of Delphi , 267 The Voice of Scio , The Spartans ' March , The Bowl of Liberty , The Urn and Sword , The Myrtle Bough , 271 272 274 275 276 RECORDS OF WOMAN ARABELLA STUART [ " THE LADY ARABELLA viii CONTENTS.
... SONGS The Storm of Delphi , 267 The Voice of Scio , The Spartans ' March , The Bowl of Liberty , The Urn and Sword , The Myrtle Bough , 271 272 274 275 276 RECORDS OF WOMAN ARABELLA STUART [ " THE LADY ARABELLA viii CONTENTS.
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... swords of fire ? a hidden spring , A fabled fruit , that I should thus endure , As if the world within me held no cure ? * Wherefore not spread free wings ? —Heaven , heaven ! control These thoughts ! -they rush - I look into my soul As ...
... swords of fire ? a hidden spring , A fabled fruit , that I should thus endure , As if the world within me held no cure ? * Wherefore not spread free wings ? —Heaven , heaven ! control These thoughts ! -they rush - I look into my soul As ...
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... sword ! The groves are filled with a pirate horde ! Through the dim olives their sabres shine ! - Now must the red blood stream for wine ! The youths from the banquet to battle sprang , The woods with the shriek of the maidens rang ; 17 ...
... sword ! The groves are filled with a pirate horde ! Through the dim olives their sabres shine ! - Now must the red blood stream for wine ! The youths from the banquet to battle sprang , The woods with the shriek of the maidens rang ; 17 ...
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... swords ? A swift dark thought Struck down her lip's rich crimson as it passed , And from her eye the sunny sparkle took One moment with its fearfulness , and shook Her slight frame fiercely , as a stormy blast Might rock the rose . Once ...
... swords ? A swift dark thought Struck down her lip's rich crimson as it passed , And from her eye the sunny sparkle took One moment with its fearfulness , and shook Her slight frame fiercely , as a stormy blast Might rock the rose . Once ...
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... sword lay shivered by the stream— Her brother's sword ! —she knew it ; and she knew ' Twas with a venomed point that weapon slew ! Woe for young love ! But love is strong . There came Strength upon woman's fragile heart and frame ...
... sword lay shivered by the stream— Her brother's sword ! —she knew it ; and she knew ' Twas with a venomed point that weapon slew ! Woe for young love ! But love is strong . There came Strength upon woman's fragile heart and frame ...
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ARABELLA STUART art thou banners bard beauty bird blue bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright Bright waves brow CADER IDRIS Cambrian CASWALLON cheek child cloud crown dark dead death deep dream dwell earth fair farewell fear flowers foam gaze gentle glad glance gleam gloom glory glow GLYNDWR'S gone grave green grief Gwynedd hall harp hath haunted heart heaven hills holy hour hushed leaves light Llywarch Hen lone look lyre midst mother mournful murmur night o'er OWAIN CYFEILIOG pale passed planxty poured proud rill ringdove rock rose round shadow shining silent singing sleep smile Snowdon soft song soul sound spirit star stood storm strain stream sunny sweet swell sword tears thee thine thou art Thou hast thought thrill tomb tone Twas unto voice wandering warriors wave weep Welsh whisper wild winds woods young
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Сторінка 149 - 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 148 - 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 95 - 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 149 - From his nest by the white wave's foam ; And the rocking pines of the forest roared, — This was their welcome home ! There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim Land; 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 1 They sought a faith's pure...
Сторінка 168 - 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 192 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Сторінка 2 - In penury and pain too many a year, And, dying in despondency, bequeath To the kind world, which scarce will yield a tear A heritage enriching all who breathe With the wealth of a genuine poet's soul, And to...
Сторінка 104 - Lay down my warlike banners here, Never again to wave, And bury my red sword and spear, Chiefs ! in my first-born's grave ! And leave me ! — I have conquered, I have slain : my work is done ! Whom have I slain ? Ye answer not — Thou too art mute, my son...
Сторінка 2 - The time passed ; the waves were rising ; Arabella was not there; but in the distance he descried a vessel. Hiring a fisherman to take him on board...
Сторінка 216 - HOW could Fancy crown with thee In ancient days the God of Wine, And bid thee at the banquet be Companion of the vine? Thy home, wild plant, is where each sound Of revelry hath long been o'er, Where song's full notes once peal'd around, But now are heard no more.