The Poetical Works of Mrs. Felicia HemansPhillips, Sampson, 1857 - 559 páginas |
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... volume , his office is as one who throws " water upon ancient paintings , reviving their forms and colors , like any sound or circumstance reviving images of the past . " CONTENTS . PAGE The Restoration of the Works of Art ( 8 )
... volume , his office is as one who throws " water upon ancient paintings , reviving their forms and colors , like any sound or circumstance reviving images of the past . " CONTENTS . PAGE The Restoration of the Works of Art ( 8 )
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... d th ' achieve- ments high Bequeath'd to fame by England's ancestry : Yet , when the storm seem'd hush'd , the conflict past , One strife remain'd - the mightiest and the last ! Nerved for the struggle , in that fateful hour Untamed ( 20 )
... d th ' achieve- ments high Bequeath'd to fame by England's ancestry : Yet , when the storm seem'd hush'd , the conflict past , One strife remain'd - the mightiest and the last ! Nerved for the struggle , in that fateful hour Untamed ( 20 )
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... past . Again thy fanes may boast a Titian's dyes , Whose clear soft brilliance emulates thy skies , And scenes that glow in coloring's richest bloom , With life's warm flush Palladian halls illume . From the rich dome again th ...
... past . Again thy fanes may boast a Titian's dyes , Whose clear soft brilliance emulates thy skies , And scenes that glow in coloring's richest bloom , With life's warm flush Palladian halls illume . From the rich dome again th ...
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... past , to fancy's ardent eyes , From time's dim sepulchre in glory rise . Souls of the lofty ! whose undying names , Rouse the young bosom still to noblest aims ; Oh ! with your images could fate restore Your own high spirit to your ...
... past , to fancy's ardent eyes , From time's dim sepulchre in glory rise . Souls of the lofty ! whose undying names , Rouse the young bosom still to noblest aims ; Oh ! with your images could fate restore Your own high spirit to your ...
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... One , whose gigantic mind Lived in some sphere , to him alone assign'd ; Who from the past , the future , and th ' unseen , Could call up forms of more than earthly mien Unrivall❜d Angelo on thee would gaze , Till his full ( 31 )
... One , whose gigantic mind Lived in some sphere , to him alone assign'd ; Who from the past , the future , and th ' unseen , Could call up forms of more than earthly mien Unrivall❜d Angelo on thee would gaze , Till his full ( 31 )
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Página 124 - 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 depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Página 161 - Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" —And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Página 348 - Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies ! — Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main ; Earth claims not these again.
Página 217 - I sought — give answer, where are they ? If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay! " Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire, Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed,— Thou canst not ? — and a king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head...
Página 185 - O'er his low bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are drest, Above the noble slain ; He wrapt his colours round his breast On a blood-red field of Spain. And one — o'er her the myrtle showers Its leaves, by soft winds fann'd ; She faded 'midst Italian flowers — The last of that bright band.
Página 217 - Then, starting from the ground once more, he seized the monarch's rein, Amidst the pale and wildered looks of all the courtier train ; And, with a fierce, o'ermastering grasp, the rearing war-horse led, And sternly set them face to face, — the king before the dead...
Página 160 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.
Página 190 - Their course with mast and flag is done, There slumber England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave ! Are not the rocks their funeral piles, The seas and shores their grave ? Go, stranger ! track the deep, Free, free the white sail spread ! Wave may not foam, nor wild wind sweep, Where rest not England's dead.
Página 124 - 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.
Página 390 - With whose thick orchard blooms the soft winds play, Send out their inmates in a happy flow, Like a freed vernal stream. I may not tread With them those pathways — to the feverish bed Of sickness bound ; yet, O my God ! I bless Thy mercy, that with Sabbath peace hath filled My chastened heart, and all its throbbings stilled To one deep calm of lowliest thankfulness.