PoemsG. Routledge and Sons, 1873 - 518 páginas |
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... father's i For each , for The daring I ' And e'en if l His country ' arm ! For nya ni ny guns rejoice To meet thee ,. See them once more , with ardent hearts ad And rend the laurels of insulting France ; To brave Castile their potent aid ...
... father's i For each , for The daring I ' And e'en if l His country ' arm ! For nya ni ny guns rejoice To meet thee ,. See them once more , with ardent hearts ad And rend the laurels of insulting France ; To brave Castile their potent aid ...
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... father's birth , Or to sleep , when thy lingering pangs are o'cr , Forgotten in foreign earth . " " Oh ! fair are the vine - clad hills that rise In the country of my love ; But yet , though cloudless my native skies , There's a ...
... father's birth , Or to sleep , when thy lingering pangs are o'cr , Forgotten in foreign earth . " " Oh ! fair are the vine - clad hills that rise In the country of my love ; But yet , though cloudless my native skies , There's a ...
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... Father of worlds unknown , unnumber'd ! —Thou , With whom all time is one eternal now , [ breath Who know'st no past nor future - Thou whose Goes forth , and bears to myriads life or death ! Look on us ! guide us ! —wanderers of a sea ...
... Father of worlds unknown , unnumber'd ! —Thou , With whom all time is one eternal now , [ breath Who know'st no past nor future - Thou whose Goes forth , and bears to myriads life or death ! Look on us ! guide us ! —wanderers of a sea ...
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... father's birth , When in each breeze around his fair abode [ God . Whisper'd a seraph's voice , or lived the breath of VIL . Who hath not seen , what time the orb of day , Cinctured with glory , seeks the ocean's breast , A thousand ...
... father's birth , When in each breeze around his fair abode [ God . Whisper'd a seraph's voice , or lived the breath of VIL . Who hath not seen , what time the orb of day , Cinctured with glory , seeks the ocean's breast , A thousand ...
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... Father ! be their guide ! " But the sharp steel descends - the blow is given , And answer'd by a thunder - peal from heaven ; Earth , stain'd with blood , convulsive terrors owns , And her kings tremble on their distant thrones ! THE ...
... Father ! be their guide ! " But the sharp steel descends - the blow is given , And answer'd by a thunder - peal from heaven ; Earth , stain'd with blood , convulsive terrors owns , And her kings tremble on their distant thrones ! THE ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alcestis art thou banner beauty beneath bless bosom bowers brave breast breath breeze bright bright land brow Carmagnola child cloud Conradin dark dead death deep doth dread dreams dwell e'en earth ELMINA fair falchion fame farewell father fear FELICIA HEMANS flowers gaze glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow grave grief harp hath heart heaven Hemans holy hope hour hush'd Joanna Baillie land light lone lyre midst mighty Montalba Moorish mournful ne'er night o'er pale pass'd pour'd PROCIDA proud Provençal Raim repose rose round scene seem'd shade shadow shed shore shrine silent skies sleep smile soft solemn song soul sound Spain spirit stars storm stream sunbeam sunny sweet swell sword tears thee thine thou art Thou hast thought throne tomb tone Twas unto Valencia voice wake wave weep wild wind
Pasajes populares
Página 404 - THE stately homes of England, How beautiful they stand, Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land ! The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Página 422 - 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 ! Felicia Hemans.
Página 361 - 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. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form.
Página 631 - You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Página 103 - And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake: and after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
Página 404 - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves, And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves. The free fair homes of England, Long, long, in hut and hall, May hearts of native proof be reared To guard each hallowed wall. And green for ever be the groves, And bright the flowery sod, Where first the child's glad spirit loves Its country and its God.
Página 367 - 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 354 - Give back the lost and lovely! — those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long! The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song! Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown — But all is not thine own.
Página 484 - Come to the sunset tree ! The day is past and gone ; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.
Página 367 - Her lot is on you! — silent tears to weep, And patient smiles to wear through suffering's hour, And sumless riches, from affection's deep, To pour on broken reeds— a wasted shower! And to make idols, and to find them clay, And to bewail that worship — therefore pray!