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... far and wide . And thou shalt be in safety . That low , sweet vale , where dwells the holy man , Anselmo ? He whose hermitage is rear'd ' Mid some old temple's ruins ? -Round the spot His name hath spread so pure and deep a charm 4 *
... far and wide . And thou shalt be in safety . That low , sweet vale , where dwells the holy man , Anselmo ? He whose hermitage is rear'd ' Mid some old temple's ruins ? -Round the spot His name hath spread so pure and deep a charm 4 *
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... holy solitude : My heart is full of care . Ans . There is no place So hallow'd , as to be unvisited By mortal cares . Nay , whither should we go With our deep griefs and passions , but to scenes Lonely and still , where he that made our ...
... holy solitude : My heart is full of care . Ans . There is no place So hallow'd , as to be unvisited By mortal cares . Nay , whither should we go With our deep griefs and passions , but to scenes Lonely and still , where he that made our ...
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... holy ground , Where freedom's foot hath been ! Yet bugle - blast or trumpet sound Ne'er shook that solemn scene . Flower of a noble field ! thy birth Was not where spears have cross'd , And shiver'd helms have strewn the earth , ' Midst ...
... holy ground , Where freedom's foot hath been ! Yet bugle - blast or trumpet sound Ne'er shook that solemn scene . Flower of a noble field ! thy birth Was not where spears have cross'd , And shiver'd helms have strewn the earth , ' Midst ...
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... holy love , Under the vine or in the citron grove , May breathe from terror . Now the night grows deep , And silent as its clouds , and full of sleep . I hear my veins beat . Hark ! a bell's slow chime ! My heart strikes with it . - Yet ...
... holy love , Under the vine or in the citron grove , May breathe from terror . Now the night grows deep , And silent as its clouds , and full of sleep . I hear my veins beat . Hark ! a bell's slow chime ! My heart strikes with it . - Yet ...
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... holy marvels done By strong affection , of deliverance won Through its prevailing power ! Are these things told Till the young weep with rapture , and the old Wonder , yet dare not doubt ; and thou ! oh , thou ! Dost thou forget me in ...
... holy marvels done By strong affection , of deliverance won Through its prevailing power ! Are these things told Till the young weep with rapture , and the old Wonder , yet dare not doubt ; and thou ! oh , thou ! Dost thou forget me in ...
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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.