The Complete Works ...D. Appleton, 1853 |
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... glad soul of mine ; And in thy look is that which ill befits A tale of joy . Raim . A dream is on my soul . I see a slumberer , crown'd with flowers , and smiling As in delighted visions , on the brink Of a dread chasm ; and this ...
... glad soul of mine ; And in thy look is that which ill befits A tale of joy . Raim . A dream is on my soul . I see a slumberer , crown'd with flowers , and smiling As in delighted visions , on the brink Of a dread chasm ; and this ...
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... glad thrilling vein , will brightly chase All thought of evil . - Why , the very air Breathes of delight ! -Through all its glowing realms Doth music blend with fragrance , and e'en here The city's voice of jubilee is heard . Till each ...
... glad thrilling vein , will brightly chase All thought of evil . - Why , the very air Breathes of delight ! -Through all its glowing realms Doth music blend with fragrance , and e'en here The city's voice of jubilee is heard . Till each ...
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... glad heart bounds . Breathe ye some strain Meet for the time , ye sons of Sicily ! ( One of the Masquers sings . ) The festal eve , o'er earth and sky , In her sunset robe , looks bright , And the purple hills of Sicily , With their ...
... glad heart bounds . Breathe ye some strain Meet for the time , ye sons of Sicily ! ( One of the Masquers sings . ) The festal eve , o'er earth and sky , In her sunset robe , looks bright , And the purple hills of Sicily , With their ...
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... glad as thou art . Mon. What means this , my lord ? Who hath seen gladness on Montalba's mien ? Pro . Why , should not all be glad who have no sonɛ To tarnish their bright name ? Mon. To bear with mockery . Pro . I am not used Friend ...
... glad as thou art . Mon. What means this , my lord ? Who hath seen gladness on Montalba's mien ? Pro . Why , should not all be glad who have no sonɛ To tarnish their bright name ? Mon. To bear with mockery . Pro . I am not used Friend ...
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... glad life Peopling these marble ruins , as it sports Amidst them in the sun . " - Hark ! yet again ! No ! no ! forgive me , father ! that I bring Earth's restless griefs and passions , to disturb The stillness of thy holy solitude : My ...
... glad life Peopling these marble ruins , as it sports Amidst them in the sun . " - Hark ! yet again ! No ! no ! forgive me , father ! that I bring Earth's restless griefs and passions , to disturb The stillness of thy holy solitude : My ...
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art thou beauty bird bless blue stream bowers breast breath breeze bright bright band brow child clouds Conradin dark dead death deep doth dreams dwell E'en earth faint fair farewell father fear flowers gaze gentle glad glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave grief harp hath heart heaven holy hope hour Joanna Baillie leaves light lone lyre midst Montalba mountain mountain bands mournful night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer PROCIDA proud Provençal Raim Raimond Rhine rich rill rose round scene seem'd shadow shed shine Sicilians Sicily silent sing skies sleep smile soft soft eyes solemn song soul sound spirit stars stranger's heart stream strong sunny sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought thrilling tomb tone Twas unto voice wandering wave weep whisper wild wind wings woods young
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Сторінка 539 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Сторінка 377 - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Сторінка 262 - 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.
Сторінка 168 - 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 167 - 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 167 - 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.
Сторінка 167 - 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 303 - A rose's brief, bright life of joy, Such unto him was given ; — Go ! thou must play alone, my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven.
Сторінка 478 - For the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers...
Сторінка 137 - Through shade and sunny gleam; And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream. The merry homes of England! Around their hearths by night, What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told, Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old.