Records of Woman, with Other PoemsWilliam Blackwood, 1828 - Всего страниц: 320 |
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... tears , erase The characters of anguish . In this trust , I bear , I strive , I bow not to the dust , That I may bring thee back no faded form , No bosom chill'd and blighted by the storm , But all my youth's first treasures , when we ...
... tears , erase The characters of anguish . In this trust , I bear , I strive , I bow not to the dust , That I may bring thee back no faded form , No bosom chill'd and blighted by the storm , But all my youth's first treasures , when we ...
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... tears ? Once more a prison - wall Shuts the green hills and woodlands from my sight , And joyous glance of waters to the light , And thee , my Seymour , thee ! I will not sink ! Thou , thou hast rent the heavy chain that bound thee ...
... tears ? Once more a prison - wall Shuts the green hills and woodlands from my sight , And joyous glance of waters to the light , And thee , my Seymour , thee ! I will not sink ! Thou , thou hast rent the heavy chain that bound thee ...
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... tears for her whose days Went out in dreams of thee ) the sunny ways Of hope , and find thou happiness ! Yet send , Ev'n then in silent hours , a thought , dear friend ! Down to my voiceless chamber ; for thy love Hath been to me all ...
... tears for her whose days Went out in dreams of thee ) the sunny ways Of hope , and find thou happiness ! Yet send , Ev'n then in silent hours , a thought , dear friend ! Down to my voiceless chamber ; for thy love Hath been to me all ...
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... 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 .
... 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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... tears Flow to the dream of her early years ! Holy and pure are the drops that fall When the young bride goes from her father's hall ; She goes unto love yet untried and new , She parts from love which hath still been true ; Mute be the ...
... tears Flow to the dream of her early years ! Holy and pure are the drops that fall When the young bride goes from her father's hall ; She goes unto love yet untried and new , She parts from love which hath still been true ; Mute be the ...
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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...