Poems. With illustrations, Tema 503G. Routledge & Sons, 1873 - 518 páginas |
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... Flowers The Crusader's Return Thekla's Song : or , the Voice of a Spirit . From the German of Schiller . The Revellers The Conqueror's Sleep Our Lady's Well 377 378 379 381 382 383 384 The Parting of Summer . The Songs of our Fathers ...
... Flowers The Crusader's Return Thekla's Song : or , the Voice of a Spirit . From the German of Schiller . The Revellers The Conqueror's Sleep Our Lady's Well 377 378 379 381 382 383 384 The Parting of Summer . The Songs of our Fathers ...
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... Flowers The Cross in the Wilderness Page 386 387 389 390 391 392 Our Daily Paths Last Rites .... The Hebrew Mother The Wreck The Trumpet The Hour of Death The Lost Pleiad The Cliffs of Dover .. The Graves of Martyrs 395 396 397 399 401 ...
... Flowers The Cross in the Wilderness Page 386 387 389 390 391 392 Our Daily Paths Last Rites .... The Hebrew Mother The Wreck The Trumpet The Hour of Death The Lost Pleiad The Cliffs of Dover .. The Graves of Martyrs 395 396 397 399 401 ...
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... flowers ; for revellers to fill And wreath the cup ; for sorrows to be told Which love hath cherish'd long ; -vain thoughts , be still ! -It is a night of fate , stamp'd with Almighty Will ! XXXIX . It should come sweeping in the storm ...
... flowers ; for revellers to fill And wreath the cup ; for sorrows to be told Which love hath cherish'd long ; -vain thoughts , be still ! -It is a night of fate , stamp'd with Almighty Will ! XXXIX . It should come sweeping in the storm ...
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... flowers , and eagle hearts grow tame , And stars drop , fading , from the diadem ; But the bright past is theirs - there is no change for them ! LXXXVIII . Where art thou , Constantine ? -Where Death is reaping His sevenfold harvest ...
... flowers , and eagle hearts grow tame , And stars drop , fading , from the diadem ; But the bright past is theirs - there is no change for them ! LXXXVIII . Where art thou , Constantine ? -Where Death is reaping His sevenfold harvest ...
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... flowers , And summer - winds , and low - toned silvery streams , Dim with the shadows of thy laurel - bowers ! Where , as they pass'd , bright hours Left no faint sense of parting , such as clings To earthly love , and joy in loveliest ...
... flowers , And summer - winds , and low - toned silvery streams , Dim with the shadows of thy laurel - bowers ! Where , as they pass'd , bright hours Left no faint sense of parting , such as clings To earthly love , and joy in loveliest ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou banner Battle of Morgarten bear beauty beneath blood blue streams brave breast breath breeze bright bright land brow burst call'd clouds Conradin dark dead death deep doth dreams dust dwell e'en earth ELMINA fair farewell father fear flowers fount gaze gleam gloom glorious glory gone grave grief hath hear heard Heaven hope hour hush'd joyous land light lone look look'd lyre midst mighty mighty hearts mirth Montalba Moorish mournful night noble o'er pale pass'd pour'd PROCIDA proud Provençal Raimond rest round seem'd shadow shrine silent sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound Spain spear spirit storm stranger's heart streams strong sweet swell sword tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought tomb tone trumpet Twas unto Valencia voice wave weep wild wind wouldst young
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Página 393 - 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 198 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world - with kings, The powerful of the earth - the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Página 482 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Página 164 - 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 roar'd — This was their welcome home...
Página 163 - 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 202 - We depart, We vanish from the sky ; Ask what is deathless in thy heart, For that which cannot die." Speak then, thou voice of God within, Thou of the deep, low tone ! Answer me, through life's restless din, Where is the spirit flown ? And the voice answer'd — "Be thou still! Enough to know is given ; Clouds, winds, and stars their part fulfil, Thine is to trust in Heaven.
Página 164 - Why had they come to wither there, 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 ? — 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.
Página 436 - Clasp me a little longer on the brink Of fate! while I can feel thy dear caress; And when this heart hath ceased to beat — oh! think, And let it mitigate thy woe's excess, That thou hast been to me all tenderness, And friend to more than human friendship just. Oh! by that retrospect of happiness, And by the hopes of an immortal trust, God shall assuage thy pangs — when I am laid in dust?
Página 350 - TORCHES were blazing clear, Hymns pealing deep and slow, Where a king lay stately on his bier In the church of Fontevraud. Banners of battle o'er him hung, And warriors slept beneath, And light, as noon's broad light, was flung On the settled face of death. On the settled face of death A strong and ruddy glare, Though dimmed at times by the censer's breath, Yet it fell still brightest there : As if each...
Página 168 - HOW could Fancy crown with thee In ancient days the God of Wine, And bid thee at the banquet be Companion of the vine? Thy home, wild plant, is where each sound Of revelry hath long been o'er, Where song's full notes once peal'd around, But now are heard no more.