Records of Woman, with Other PoemsWilliam Blackwood, 1828 - Всего страниц: 320 |
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... o'er the myrtle once call'd her own , As it greenly wav'd by the threshold stone ; She turn'd - and her mother's gaze brought back Each hue of her childhood's faded track . Oh ! hush the song , and let her tears 22 RECORDS OF WOMAN .
... o'er the myrtle once call'd her own , As it greenly wav'd by the threshold stone ; She turn'd - and her mother's gaze brought back Each hue of her childhood's faded track . Oh ! hush the song , and let her tears 22 RECORDS OF WOMAN .
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... mother's faithful breast , Like a babe that sobs itself to rest ; She wept - yet laid her hand awhile In his that waited her dawning smile , Her soul's affianced , nor cherish'd less For the gush of nature's tenderuess ! She lifted her ...
... mother's faithful breast , Like a babe that sobs itself to rest ; She wept - yet laid her hand awhile In his that waited her dawning smile , Her soul's affianced , nor cherish'd less For the gush of nature's tenderuess ! She lifted her ...
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... Mother ! I leave thee ! on thy breast , Pouring out joy and wo , I have found that holy place of rest Still changeless , —yet I go ! Lips , that have lulled me with your strain , Eyes , that have watch'd my sleep ! Will earth give love ...
... Mother ! I leave thee ! on thy breast , Pouring out joy and wo , I have found that holy place of rest Still changeless , —yet I go ! Lips , that have lulled me with your strain , Eyes , that have watch'd my sleep ! Will earth give love ...
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... Mother ! on earth it must still be so , Thou rearest the lovely to see them go ! They are moving onward , the bridal throng , Ye may track their way by the swells of song ; Ye may catch thro ' the foliage their white robes ' gleam ...
... Mother ! on earth it must still be so , Thou rearest the lovely to see them go ! They are moving onward , the bridal throng , Ye may track their way by the swells of song ; Ye may catch thro ' the foliage their white robes ' gleam ...
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... Woke , the starry hours to greet . But a voice of mortal wo , In its changes wild or low , Thro ' the midnight's blue repose , From the sea - beat rocks arose , As Eudora's mother stood Gazing o'er th ' Egean flood 30 RECORDS OF WOMAN .
... Woke , the starry hours to greet . But a voice of mortal wo , In its changes wild or low , Thro ' the midnight's blue repose , From the sea - beat rocks arose , As Eudora's mother stood Gazing o'er th ' Egean flood 30 RECORDS OF WOMAN .
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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...