Records of Woman, with Other PoemsWilliam Blackwood, 1828 - Всего страниц: 320 |
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... hear ' twas not the call , Th ' expected voice ; my quick heart throbb'd too soon . I must keep vigil till yon rising moon Shower down less golden light . Beneath her beam Thro ' my lone lattice pour'd , I sit and dream Of summer ...
... hear ' twas not the call , Th ' expected voice ; my quick heart throbb'd too soon . I must keep vigil till yon rising moon Shower down less golden light . Beneath her beam Thro ' my lone lattice pour'd , I sit and dream Of summer ...
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... Hear , Mercy ! hear me ! None That bleed and weep beneath the smiling sun , Have heavier cause ! -yet hear ! -my soul grows dark- Who hears the last shriek from the sinking bark , On the mid seas , and with the storm alone , And bearing ...
... Hear , Mercy ! hear me ! None That bleed and weep beneath the smiling sun , Have heavier cause ! -yet hear ! -my soul grows dark- Who hears the last shriek from the sinking bark , On the mid seas , and with the storm alone , And bearing ...
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... hear'st not , but the wo And fervour of its tones may one day flow To thy heart's holy place ; there let them dwell— We shall o'ersweep the grave to meet - Farewell ! THE BRIDE OF THE GREEK ISLE . * Fear ! 20 RECORDS OF WOMAN .
... hear'st not , but the wo And fervour of its tones may one day flow To thy heart's holy place ; there let them dwell— We shall o'ersweep the grave to meet - Farewell ! THE BRIDE OF THE GREEK ISLE . * Fear ! 20 RECORDS OF WOMAN .
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... thou shouldst speak ! The wind rose high , -but with it rose Her voice , that he might hear : Perchance that dark hour brought repose To happy bosoms near ; While she sat striving with despair Beside his tortured form 58 RECORDS OF WOMAN .
... thou shouldst speak ! The wind rose high , -but with it rose Her voice , that he might hear : Perchance that dark hour brought repose To happy bosoms near ; While she sat striving with despair Beside his tortured form 58 RECORDS OF WOMAN .
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... hear them yet - they live along its flow— Her voice is music lost ! The fountain - side She gain'd - the wave flash'd forth - ' twas darkly dyed Ev'n as from warrior - hearts ; and on its edge , Amidst the fern , and flowers , and moss ...
... hear them yet - they live along its flow— Her voice is music lost ! The fountain - side She gain'd - the wave flash'd forth - ' twas darkly dyed Ev'n as from warrior - hearts ; and on its edge , Amidst the fern , and flowers , and moss ...
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ARABELLA STUART art thou beautiful beneath bird bosom bow'd breast breath breeze bright bright land brightly brow cheek child Childe Harold dark dead death deep dream dust dwell earth Eudora Ev'n fair fear floating flow flowers forest fount gaze gentle glad glance gleam gloom glow gone grave green grief hair hath haunted heart heaven holy hour human voice hush'd JOANNA BAILLIE joyous leaves light lip's lips lone look'd lov'd lyre MADAME DE STAEL mantle midst mother mournful murmur night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer press'd proud RHEIMS rich rose round Seem'd shadow silent silvery sleep smile soft solemn song soul sound spirit stood stream strong sunny sweet sword tears tender thee thine things thou art Thou hast Thou'rt thought thro tomb tone Twas unto voice wandering wave weep whisper wild wind woman's woods young youth
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Стр. 264 - 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.
Стр. 266 - 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...
Стр. 170 - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves, And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves.
Стр. 264 - 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 depth of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Стр. 199 - 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.
Стр. 290 - Good-night ;" By the smiling eye and the loving tone, Over thy life has the spell been thrown. And bless that gift ! — it hath gentle might, A guardian power and a guiding light. It hath led the freeman forth to stand In the...
Стр. 169 - 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.
Стр. 265 - 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 ! The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared, — This was their welcome home.
Стр. 300 - Oh, joyous birds, it hath still been so ! Through the halls of kings doth the tempest go ! But the huts of the hamlet lie still and deep, And the hills o'er their quiet a vigil keep. Say, what have ye found in the peasant's cot, Since last ye parted from that sweet spot...