The forest sanctuary, and other poems; Records of woman, with other poemsHilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins, 1827 |
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... Theseus , -Ancient Greek Tradition Ancient Greek Song of Exile . . . Greek Funeral Chant or Myriologue The Parting Song • The Suliote Mother . The Farewell to the Dead • MISCELLANEOUS PIECES . The Treasures of the Deep Bring Flowers.
... Theseus , -Ancient Greek Tradition Ancient Greek Song of Exile . . . Greek Funeral Chant or Myriologue The Parting Song • The Suliote Mother . The Farewell to the Dead • MISCELLANEOUS PIECES . The Treasures of the Deep Bring Flowers.
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... mother's youngest born . XXIX . But a lance met me in that day's career , Senseless I lay amidst th ' o'ersweeping fight , Wakening at last - how full , how strangely clear , That scene on memory flash'd ! —the shivery light , Moonlight ...
... mother's youngest born . XXIX . But a lance met me in that day's career , Senseless I lay amidst th ' o'ersweeping fight , Wakening at last - how full , how strangely clear , That scene on memory flash'd ! —the shivery light , Moonlight ...
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... As if nought earthly might th ' embrace unbind ! Alas ! a child's fond faith , believing still Its mother's breast beyond the lightning's reach to kill ! LVIII . Brief rest ! upon the turning billow's height THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 31.
... As if nought earthly might th ' embrace unbind ! Alas ! a child's fond faith , believing still Its mother's breast beyond the lightning's reach to kill ! LVIII . Brief rest ! upon the turning billow's height THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 31.
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... mother's arms , a babe , didst meet My coming with young smiles , which yet , though sweet , Seem'd on my soul all mournfully to shine , And ask a happier heritage for thee , Than but in turn the blight of human hope to see . ХСІІ . Now ...
... mother's arms , a babe , didst meet My coming with young smiles , which yet , though sweet , Seem'd on my soul all mournfully to shine , And ask a happier heritage for thee , Than but in turn the blight of human hope to see . ХСІІ . Now ...
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... evening on its waves asleep ; And midst the scene - oh ! more than all - there smil'd My child's fair face , and hers , the mother of my child ! XII . With their soft eyes of love and gladness 56 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
... evening on its waves asleep ; And midst the scene - oh ! more than all - there smil'd My child's fair face , and hers , the mother of my child ! XII . With their soft eyes of love and gladness 56 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
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The forest sanctuary, and other poems; Records of woman, with other poems Mrs. Hemans Vista completa - 1827 |
The forest sanctuary, and other poems; Records of woman, with other poems Mrs. Hemans Vista completa - 1827 |
The forest sanctuary, and other poems; Records of woman, with other poems Mrs. Hemans Vista completa - 1827 |
Términos y frases comunes
art thou beautiful beneath blue streams bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land Bright waves brow cheek child dark dead death deep dreams dust dwell earth Eudora Ev'n faded faint fair fair brow farewell fear fled floating flowers forest fount gathering film gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glow grave green grief hair hath heart Heaven holy hour hush'd JOANNA BAILLIE joyous Lake of Lucerne land leave light lips lone look'd lov'd lyre midst mine-a mirth mother mournful night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer rest RHEIMS rose round seem'd shade shadow shining shining band shore silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood storm stream strong sunny sweet tears thee thine thou art Thou hast thou wert thought tomb tone Twas unto voice wave weep wild wind woman woods young youth
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Página 225 - Ye of the rose-cheek and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly, With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay, Come forth to the sunshine, I may not stay...
Página 89 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Página 221 - CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light fades away ; Mother, with thine earnest eye, Ever following silently ; Father, by the breeze of eve Call'd thy harvest work to leave — Pray : ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the knee...
Página 222 - Traveller, in the stranger's land Far from thine own household band ; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone ; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath not leave to dwell ; Sailor, on the darkening sea — Lift the heart and bend the knee...
Página 95 - And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight, than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.
Página 227 - Nought looks the same, save the nest we made!" Sad is your tale of the beautiful earth, Birds that o'ersweep it in power and mirth ! Yet through the wastes of the trackless air Ye have a guide, and shall we despair? Ye over desert and deep have pass'd — So may we reach our bright home at last ! THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD.
Página 226 - And what have ye found in the monarch's dome, Since last ye traversed the blue sea's foam? — " We have found a change, we have found a pall, And a gloom o'ershadowing the banquet's hall, And a mark on the floor as of life-drops spilt — Nought looks the same, save the nest we built!
Página 227 - midst the blooms of the morn may dwell, I tarry no longer — farewell, farewell ! The summer is coming, on soft winds borne, Ye may press the grape, ye may bind the corn '. For me, I depart to a brighter shore, Ye are mark'd by care, ye are mine no more. I go where the loved who have left you dwell, And the flowers are not Death's — fare ye well, farewell ! THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS.
Página 147 - 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...
Página 218 - The mountain-storms rise high In the snowy Pyrenees, And toss the pine-boughs through the sky, Like rose-leaves on the breeze. But let the storm rage on ! Let the fresh wreaths be shed ! • For the Roncesvalles' field is won, — There slumber England's dead.