Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volumen2Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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... wert blest Ev'n then , that no remember'd change could dim The perfect image of affection , press'd Like armour to thy bosom ! -thou hadst kept Watch by that brother's couch of pain , and wept , Thy sweet face covering with thy robe ...
... wert blest Ev'n then , that no remember'd change could dim The perfect image of affection , press'd Like armour to thy bosom ! -thou hadst kept Watch by that brother's couch of pain , and wept , Thy sweet face covering with thy robe ...
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... wert , and gentle , and untried , Thou might'st , perchance , unshrinkingly have died ; But he was far away ; -and with thy doom Thus gathering , life grew so intensely dear , That all thy slight frame shook with its cold mortal fear ...
... wert , and gentle , and untried , Thou might'st , perchance , unshrinkingly have died ; But he was far away ; -and with thy doom Thus gathering , life grew so intensely dear , That all thy slight frame shook with its cold mortal fear ...
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... wert form'd to give , And to find , joy ; and hath not sunshine smil'd Around thee ever ? Leave me not , mine own ! Or earth will grow too dark ! —for thee alone , Thee have I lov'd , thou gentlest ! from a child , And borne thine image ...
... wert form'd to give , And to find , joy ; and hath not sunshine smil'd Around thee ever ? Leave me not , mine own ! Or earth will grow too dark ! —for thee alone , Thee have I lov'd , thou gentlest ! from a child , And borne thine image ...
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... prayer , And life seem'd robed in beautiful array , Too fair to leave ! -but this might be forgiven , Thou wert so richly crown'd with precious gifts of Heaven ! LXIV . But woe for him who felt the heart 34 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
... prayer , And life seem'd robed in beautiful array , Too fair to leave ! -but this might be forgiven , Thou wert so richly crown'd with precious gifts of Heaven ! LXIV . But woe for him who felt the heart 34 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
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... wert gone ! Who could give back my youth , my spirit free , Or be in aught again what thou hadst been to me ? LXXIII . And yet I wept thee not , thou true and brave ! I could not weep ! -there gather'd round thy name Too deep a passion ...
... wert gone ! Who could give back my youth , my spirit free , Or be in aught again what thou hadst been to me ? LXXIII . And yet I wept thee not , thou true and brave ! I could not weep ! -there gather'd round thy name Too deep a passion ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou banners beauty beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blue streams bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land brow burst call'd child dark dead death deep didst dreams dust dwell earth ev'n faded faint fair fair brow falchion fear flowers foam fount gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glorious glow gone grave green hath hear heard heart Heaven hour hush'd joyous Lake of Lucerne land leaves light lips lone look'd lovely sculpture lyre midst mighty mirth Moorish mournful night o'er thy Oronoco pale pass'd pines pour'd rest rills Rio verde round seem'd shades shadows shining shore silent sleep slumber smile soft soft eyes song soul sound Spain spear spirit stars stormy strain streams sunny sunny brow sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thou wert thought tone unto voice wave weep wild wind woods wouldst young
Pasajes populares
Página 215 - 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 266 - 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 ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Página 181 - Yet more, the Depths have more ! — What wealth untold Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies.
Página 265 - Death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer ; But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth...
Página 305 - 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 258 - Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night 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.
Página 215 - 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 284 - And men stood breathless in their dread. And baffled in their skill — But One was there, who rose and said To the wild sea,
Página 289 - Thou tak'st through the dim church-aisle thy way, And its pillars from twilight flash forth to day, And its high pale tombs, with their trophies old, Are bathed in a flood as of burning gold.
Página 319 - Now in thy youth, beseech of Him Who giveth, upbraiding' not; That his light in thy heart become not dim, And his love be unforgot ; And thy God, in the darkest of days, will be, Greenness, and beauty, and strength to thee...