PoemsLeavitt and Allen, 1855 - 347 páginas |
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... Hour of Prayer , . ib . To one of the Author's Children on his Birth - day , To a Younger Child on a similar occasion , ib . The Voice of Spring , ib . 253 The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers , 269 The Hebrew Mother , 270 TRANSLATIONS ...
... Hour of Prayer , . ib . To one of the Author's Children on his Birth - day , To a Younger Child on a similar occasion , ib . The Voice of Spring , ib . 253 The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers , 269 The Hebrew Mother , 270 TRANSLATIONS ...
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... hours fled , From the walks where my footsteps no more may tread- Then let it be ' When will ye think of me , sweet ... Hour of Death ; and the Dreams of the Better Land will be lighted with hues of the haunting beauty of remembered ...
... hours fled , From the walks where my footsteps no more may tread- Then let it be ' When will ye think of me , sweet ... Hour of Death ; and the Dreams of the Better Land will be lighted with hues of the haunting beauty of remembered ...
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... hour of thirst , E'en thus they haunt me with sweet sounds , till worn Remorse , a Tragedy . By quenchless longings , to my soul I say Oh ! for the dove's swift wings , that I might fee away , III . And find mine ark ! -yet whither ? —I ...
... hour of thirst , E'en thus they haunt me with sweet sounds , till worn Remorse , a Tragedy . By quenchless longings , to my soul I say Oh ! for the dove's swift wings , that I might fee away , III . And find mine ark ! -yet whither ? —I ...
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... hour their pathway free : The beauty on those brows , though each young face Was changed - so deeply changed ! —a ... hours ? XXXII . A mournful home , young sisters ! had ye left , With your lutes hanging hushed upon the wail , And ...
... hour their pathway free : The beauty on those brows , though each young face Was changed - so deeply changed ! —a ... hours ? XXXII . A mournful home , young sisters ! had ye left , With your lutes hanging hushed upon the wail , And ...
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... hour . L. It died away ; the incense - cloud was driven Before the breeze - the words of doom were sai ' ; And the sun faded mournfully from heaven , -He faded mournfully ! and dimly red , Parting in clouds from those that looked their ...
... hour . L. It died away ; the incense - cloud was driven Before the breeze - the words of doom were sai ' ; And the sun faded mournfully from heaven , -He faded mournfully ! and dimly red , Parting in clouds from those that looked their ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou banners bear beauty beneath bless bosom brave breast breath breeze bright bright land brow burst cloud Conradin Constance dark Dartmoor dead death deep doth dread dreams dust dwell e'en earth Elmina Eribert fair falchion fane farewell father fear flowers gaze glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow Gonzalez Granada grave grief hath hear heard heart Heaven holy hope hour hushed land light lone look lyre midst mighty Montalba Moorish mournful ne'er night noble Note o'er pale passed Procida proud Provençal Raimond repose rest rocks rose round scene shade shadow shore shrine Sicily silent sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound Spain spirit storm stranger's heart stream strong sunbeam sweet swell sword tears thee thine thou art thou hast thought throng tomb tone Twas unto Vittoria voice wake warrior wave weep wild wind Ximena young
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Página 330 - Not there, not there, my child! Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, . And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things? Not there, not there, my child!
Página 267 - 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!
Página 376 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Página 284 - And shouted but once more aloud, "My father! must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They...
Página 267 - 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.
Página 287 - 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...
Página 31 - To him that wept a son ? He lived : for life may long be borne Ere sorrow break its chain ; Why comes not death to those who mourn ? He never smiled again...
Página 276 - 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...
Página 262 - 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 dead, thou sea ! BRING FLOWERS.
Página 268 - Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war 1 They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ! They have left unstained what there they found, Freedom to worship God ! — Mrs.