 HER hands were clasp'd, her dark eyes raised, The breeze threw back her hair; Up to the fearful wheel she gazed — All that she loved was there. The night was round her clear and cold, The holy heaven above, Its pale stars watching to behold The might...  Records of Woman, with Other Poems - Стр. 56авторы: Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - Страниц: 320Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Joanna Baillie - 1800 - Страниц: 430
...thee from nature, shall unloose This fixed and sacred hold. In thy dark prisonhouse ; In the terrifick face of armed law ; Yea, on the scaffold, if it needs must be, 1 never will forsake thee. De Mon. (looking at her with admiration.) Heav'n bless thy gen'rous soul,... | |
 | Joanna Baillie - 1802 - Страниц: 422
...from nature, shall unloose This fixed and sacred hold. In thy dark prison^ house ; In the terrifick face of armed law ; Yea, on the scaffold, if it needs must be, } never will forsake thee, DC Mon. (looking at her with admiration.) Heav'n bless thy gen'rous soul,... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - Страниц: 428
...over us; But nothing, till that latest agony Which severs thee from nature, shall unloose This fix'd and sacred hold. In thy dark prison-house; In the...scaffold, if it needs must be, I never will forsake thee. De Mon. [Looking at her with admiration.] Heav'n bless thy generous soul, my noble Jane ! I thought... | |
 | Thomas Holcroft - 1808 - Страниц: 428
...over us; But nothing, till that latest agony Which severs thee from nature, shall unloose This fix'd and sacred hold. In thy dark prison-house; In the...scaffold, if it needs must be, I never will forsake thee. De Man. [Looking at her with admiration.] Heav'n bless thy generous soul, my noble Jane ! I thought... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - Страниц: 446
...over us; But nothing, till that latest agony Which severs thee from nature, shall unloose This fix'd and sacred hold. In thy dark prison-house; In the...scaffold, if it needs must be, I never will forsake thee. DC Mon. [Looking at her with admiration.] Heav'n bless thy generous soul, my noble Jane ! I thought... | |
 | 1830 - Страниц: 504
...Gertrude Von der Wart to her Husband on the Wheel : — Her hands were clasp'd, her dark eyes raised, The breeze threw back her hair ; Up to the fearful wheel she gazed — -All that she loved was there. The night was round her clear and cold, The holy heaven above,... | |
 | Joanna Baillie - 1821 - Страниц: 428
...o'er us ; But nothing, till that latest agony Which severs thee from nature, shall unloose This fix'd and sacred hold. In thy dark prisonhouse ; In the...scaffold, if it needs must be, I never will forsake thee. De Mon. (looking at her with admiration.) Heav'n bless thy gen'rous soul, my noble Jane ! I thought... | |
 | Miss Stockdale (Mary R.), Mary R. Stockdale - 1821 - Страниц: 454
...sacred joy, Whate'er his state, condition, rank and power. WHITE KNIGHTS. • In thy dark prison house, In the terrific face of armed law, Yea, on the scaffold,...must be, I never will forsake thee ! JOANNA BAILLIE. EARLY rising had always been familiar to Edgar, and his good taste, and proper feelings, would have... | |
 | Mary R. Sterndale - 1821 - Страниц: 886
...sacred joy, Whate'er his state, condition, rank and power. WHIYE KNIGHYS. • In thy dark prison house, In the terrific face of armed law, Yea, on the scaffold,...must be, I never will forsake thee! JOANNA BAILLIE. EARLY rising had always been familiar to Edgar, and his good taste, and proper feelings, would have... | |
 | 1828 - Страниц: 604
...worthy the pea of proud names in onr poetic annals. " Her hands were clasp'd, her dark eyes raised, The breeze threw back her hair ; Up to the fearful wheel she gazed — All that she loved was there. The night was round her clear and cold, The holy heaven above,... | |
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