Records of Woman, with Other PoemsWilliam Blackwood, 1828 - Всего страниц: 320 |
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... soft wind blew the clustering hair Back from thy gallant brow , as thou didst rein Thy courser , turning from that gorgeous train , And fling , methought , thy hunting - spear away , And , lightly graceful in thy green array , Bound to ...
... soft wind blew the clustering hair Back from thy gallant brow , as thou didst rein Thy courser , turning from that gorgeous train , And fling , methought , thy hunting - spear away , And , lightly graceful in thy green array , Bound to ...
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... soft green light o'er its low roof spread , As if from the glow of an emerald shed , Pouring thro ' lime - leaves that mingled on high , Asleep in the silence of noon's clear sky . Citrons amidst their dark foliage glow'd , Making a ...
... soft green light o'er its low roof spread , As if from the glow of an emerald shed , Pouring thro ' lime - leaves that mingled on high , Asleep in the silence of noon's clear sky . Citrons amidst their dark foliage glow'd , Making a ...
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... thine ? Oh ! cheer thee ! bend To his soft arms , unseal thy thoughts e'en now ! Thou dost not kindly to withhold the share Of tried affection in thy secret care . " He looked up into that sweet earnest face , But THE SWITZER'S WIFE . 39.
... thine ? Oh ! cheer thee ! bend To his soft arms , unseal thy thoughts e'en now ! Thou dost not kindly to withhold the share Of tried affection in thy secret care . " He looked up into that sweet earnest face , But THE SWITZER'S WIFE . 39.
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... soft voice , that gathered might As it found language : — “ Are we thus oppress'd ? Then must we rise upon our mountain - sod , And man must arm , and woman call on God ! " I know what thou wouldst do : And be THE SWITZER'S WIFE . 41.
... soft voice , that gathered might As it found language : — “ Are we thus oppress'd ? Then must we rise upon our mountain - sod , And man must arm , and woman call on God ! " I know what thou wouldst do : And be THE SWITZER'S WIFE . 41.
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... soft sadness of thine earnest eye , Speak to him , lorn one , deeply , mournfully , Of all my love and grief ! Oh ! could I throw Into thy frame a voice , a sweet , and low , And thrilling voice of song ! -when he came nigh , To send ...
... soft sadness of thine earnest eye , Speak to him , lorn one , deeply , mournfully , Of all my love and grief ! Oh ! could I throw Into thy frame a voice , a sweet , and low , And thrilling voice of song ! -when he came nigh , To send ...
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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...