The Poetical Works of Mrs. Felicia Hemans: Complete in One VolumeGrigg & Elliot, 1836 - Всего страниц: 444 |
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... Rest , Ancient Battle Song , ib . The Rock beside the Sea , The Zegri Maid , ib . O ye Voices gone , The Rio Verde Song , ib . Is there some Spirit sighing . Seek by the Silvery Darro , ib . The Name of England . Spanish Evening Hymn ...
... Rest , Ancient Battle Song , ib . The Rock beside the Sea , The Zegri Maid , ib . O ye Voices gone , The Rio Verde Song , ib . Is there some Spirit sighing . Seek by the Silvery Darro , ib . The Name of England . Spanish Evening Hymn ...
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... rest not here , my dead ! IV . Ye far amidst the southern flowers lie sleeping , Your graves all smiling in the sunshine clear , Save one ! —a blue , lone , distant main is sweeping High o'er one gentle head - ye rest not here ! — " Tis ...
... rest not here , my dead ! IV . Ye far amidst the southern flowers lie sleeping , Your graves all smiling in the sunshine clear , Save one ! —a blue , lone , distant main is sweeping High o'er one gentle head - ye rest not here ! — " Tis ...
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... rest ! Yet ne'er , perchance , did worshipper of yore Bear to your thrilling presence what I bore Of wrath - doubt - anguish - battling in the breast ! I could have poured out words , on that pale air , To make your proud tombs ring ...
... rest ! Yet ne'er , perchance , did worshipper of yore Bear to your thrilling presence what I bore Of wrath - doubt - anguish - battling in the breast ! I could have poured out words , on that pale air , To make your proud tombs ring ...
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... rest . Alas ! to leave Those native towers , and know that they must fall By slow decay , and none remain to grieve When the weeds clustered on the lonely wall ! We were the last - my boy and I - the last Of a long line which brightly ...
... rest . Alas ! to leave Those native towers , and know that they must fall By slow decay , and none remain to grieve When the weeds clustered on the lonely wall ! We were the last - my boy and I - the last Of a long line which brightly ...
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... rest ! -No mark the proud seas keep , To show where he that wept may pause again to weep . LX . So the depths took thee ! -Oh ! the sullen sense Of desolation in that hour compressed ! Dust going down , a speck amidst th ' immense And ...
... rest ! -No mark the proud seas keep , To show where he that wept may pause again to weep . LX . So the depths took thee ! -Oh ! the sullen sense Of desolation in that hour compressed ! Dust going down , a speck amidst th ' immense And ...
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art thou banners beauty beneath bless blest bosom bowers brave breast breath breeze bright bright land bright waves broken flower brow cloud Conradin dark dead death deep doth dread dreams dwell e'en earth Elmina fair falchion farewell father fear flowers fount gaze glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone Gonzalez grave grief hath hear heart Heaven hills holy hope hour hushed land light lone look lyre METASTASIO midst mighty Montalba Moorish mournful murmur ne'er night o'er pale Procida proud Provençal Raimond repose rills rocks Roncesvalles rose round scene shade shadow shed shore shrine silent skies sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound Spain spirit stars stream sunbeam sunny sweet swell sword tears tempest thee thine thou art Thou hast thought thrilling tomb tone unto Vittoria voice wake wave weep wild wind young
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Стр. 65 - E'en while with us thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust to its narrow house beneath ! Soul to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.
Стр. 277 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — ' Where are those dreamers now ? One midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream, is laid ; The Indian knows his place of rest Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one ; He lies where pearls lie deep; He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Стр. 278 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set - but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
Стр. 270 - 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...
Стр. 269 - 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. 289 - Her lot is on you !— to be found untired, Watching the stars out by the bed of pain, With a pale cheek, and yet a brow inspired, And a true heart of hope, though hope be vain ; Meekly to bear with wrong, to cheer decay, And oh ! to love through all things— therefore pray...
Стр. 332 - I HEAR thee speak of the better land, Thou call'st its children a happy band ; Mother! oh, where is that radiant shore? Shall we not seek it, and weep no more? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies glance through the myrtle boughs ?" — " Not there, not there, my child...
Стр. 244 - The better days of life were ours; The worst can be but mine; The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers, Shall never more be thine.
Стр. 262 - ... The place was kept at board and hearth so long, The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song ! Hold fast thy buried Isles, thy towers o'erthrown — But all is not thine own. To thee the love of woman hath gone down, Dark flow thy tides o'er manhood's noble head, O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown, — Yet must thou hear a voice — restore the dead ! Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee ! — Restore the...
Стр. 269 - I know whence the shadow comes o'er you now Ye have strewn the dust on the sunny brow ! Ye have given the lovely to earth's embrace, She hath taken the fairest of beauty's race, With their laughing eyes and their...