The Work of Mrs. Hemans, Том 5Lea and Blanchard, 1842 |
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... breeze to start , to school thy voice Into low fearful whispers , and to cast Pale jealous looks around thee , lest , e'en then , Strangers should catch its echo ? -Is there aught In this so precious , that thy furrow'd cheek Is blanch ...
... breeze to start , to school thy voice Into low fearful whispers , and to cast Pale jealous looks around thee , lest , e'en then , Strangers should catch its echo ? -Is there aught In this so precious , that thy furrow'd cheek Is blanch ...
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... breeze , Which ev'n like death came o'er me ; -'twas a night Like this , of clouds contending with the moon , A night of sweeping winds , of rustling leaves , And swift wild shadows floating o'er the earth , Clothed with a phantom life ...
... breeze , Which ev'n like death came o'er me ; -'twas a night Like this , of clouds contending with the moon , A night of sweeping winds , of rustling leaves , And swift wild shadows floating o'er the earth , Clothed with a phantom life ...
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... breeze perchance - bore the forbidden sound To Eribert : -so they must die — unless Fate ( who at times is wayward ) should select Some other victim first ! -But have they not Brothers or sons among us ? Look on me ! Guido . I have a ...
... breeze perchance - bore the forbidden sound To Eribert : -so they must die — unless Fate ( who at times is wayward ) should select Some other victim first ! -But have they not Brothers or sons among us ? Look on me ! Guido . I have a ...
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... breeze Or a swift sunbeam , kindling nature's hues To deeper life before it . In his chains , The peasant dreams of freedom ! -Ay , ' t is thus Oppression fans th ' imperishable flame With most unconscious hands . -No praise be her's ...
... breeze Or a swift sunbeam , kindling nature's hues To deeper life before it . In his chains , The peasant dreams of freedom ! -Ay , ' t is thus Oppression fans th ' imperishable flame With most unconscious hands . -No praise be her's ...
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... breeze ? We are betray'd . - Who art thou ? Procida . VITTORIA enters . One alone Should be thus daring . Lady , lift the veil That shades thy noble brow . ( She raises her veil , the Sicilians draw back with Sicilians . respect . ) Th ...
... breeze ? We are betray'd . - Who art thou ? Procida . VITTORIA enters . One alone Should be thus daring . Lady , lift the veil That shades thy noble brow . ( She raises her veil , the Sicilians draw back with Sicilians . respect . ) Th ...
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Anselmo ARABELLA STUART art thou banners bear beautiful beneath bow'd brave breast breath breeze bright brow cheek Conradin Constance Couci dark dead death deep doth dreams dwell e'en earth Eribert Ev'n fair father fear flowers gaze gentle glad glance gleam gloom glorious glow gone grave green grief Guido hath heart heaven hour human voice hush'd Joanna Baillie leaves light lips lone look look'd lyre midst mighty heart Montalba mournful night noble o'er pale Palermo pass'd planxty pour'd Procida proud Provençal racter Raimond rest rose round SCENE seem'd shining Sicilians Sicily silent sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound speak spirit stood stream strong sunny sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought thro tomb tone Twas unto Vittoria voice warrior wave wild winds woman's wouldst young youth
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Сторінка 237 - 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 291 - 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 238 - 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. (237) The blessed Homes of England...
Сторінка 268 - Yet speak to me ! I have outwatch'd the stars, And gazed o'er heaven in vain in search of thee. Speak to me ! I have wander'd o'er the earth And never found thy likeness — Speak to me ! Look on the fiends around — they feel for me : I fear them not, and feel for thee alone — Speak to me ! though it be...
Сторінка 293 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever: it may be a sound — A tone of music— summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Сторінка 141 - Yet further may relent : for mightier far Than strength of nerve and sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is love, though oft to agony distrest, And though his favourite seat be feeble woman's breast. But if thou goest, I follow...
Сторінка 254 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
Сторінка 156 - Through many a joyous hour, Where the silvery green of the olive shade Hung dim o'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...
Сторінка 137 - I come, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ; Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves opening as I pass.
Сторінка 291 - 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.