The poetical works of mrs. Felicia Hemans, ed. with a memoir by W.M. Rossetti |
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... rose Twined in with life . How is it that the hours Of the same sport , the gathering early flowers Round the same tree , the sharing one repose , And mingling one first prayer in murmurs soft , From the heart's memory fade in this ...
... rose Twined in with life . How is it that the hours Of the same sport , the gathering early flowers Round the same tree , the sharing one repose , And mingling one first prayer in murmurs soft , From the heart's memory fade in this ...
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... rose : but how the while had risen Morn's orient sun , dissolving mist and shade ! Could there indeed be wrong , or chain , or prison , In the bright world such radiance might pervade ? It filled the fane , it mantled the pale form Which ...
... rose : but how the while had risen Morn's orient sun , dissolving mist and shade ! Could there indeed be wrong , or chain , or prison , In the bright world such radiance might pervade ? It filled the fane , it mantled the pale form Which ...
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... rose up where hearts no hope could share : Alas ! for those that love , and may not blend in prayer ! XLVI . We could not pray together midst the deep , Which , like a floor of sapphire , round us lay , Through days of splendour ...
... rose up where hearts no hope could share : Alas ! for those that love , and may not blend in prayer ! XLVI . We could not pray together midst the deep , Which , like a floor of sapphire , round us lay , Through days of splendour ...
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... ! art thou not where there is no more sea ? LXII . The wind rose free and singing : when for ever , O'er that sole spot of all the watery plain , I could have bent my sight with fond endeavour Down 34 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
... ! art thou not where there is no more sea ? LXII . The wind rose free and singing : when for ever , O'er that sole spot of all the watery plain , I could have bent my sight with fond endeavour Down 34 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
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... rose the reckless wind ! Before our prow The white foam flashed - ay , joyously , and thou Wert left with all the solitary main Around thee - and thy beauty in my heart , And thy meek , sorrowing love -- oh ! where could that depart ...
... rose the reckless wind ! Before our prow The white foam flashed - ay , joyously , and thou Wert left with all the solitary main Around thee - and thy beauty in my heart , And thy meek , sorrowing love -- oh ! where could that depart ...
Términos y frases comunes
art thou banners bear beauty beneath bosom bowers brave breast breath breeze bright bright land brow burst cheek cloud Conradin dark dead death deep doth dread dreams dwell e'en earth ELMINA faded fair fair brow falchion farewell Fcap fear flowers fount gaze glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave grief GUSTAVE DORÉ hath hear heart heaven hope hour hushed land light Llywarch Hen lone look lyre midst mighty Montalba Moorish mournful ne'er night o'er pale passed PROCIDA proud Provençal Raim repose rest rocks round rushing scene shade shadows shining silent skies sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound Spain spear spirit storm streams sweet swell sword tears thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thou hast thought tomb tone Twas unto voice wake warrior wave Wavertree weep wert wild wind young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 427 - 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 368 - 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 ! Day is for mortal care ; Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth ; THE HOUR OF DEATH.
Página 435 - Are bathed in a flood as of molten gold. And thou turnest not from the humblest grave, Where a flower to the sighing winds may wave; Thou scatterest its gloom like the dreams of rest, Thou sleepest in love on its grassy breast. Sunbeam of summer ! oh, what is like thee ? Hope of the wilderness, joy of the sea ! — One thing is like thee to mortals given, The faith touching all things with hues of heaven ! BREATHINGS OF SPRING.
Página 441 - ... 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. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one ; He lies where pearls lie deep — He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Página 505 - Calm on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit ! rest thee now ! E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod His seal was on thy brow Dust, to its narrow house beneath ! Soul, to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.
Página 216 - Rise, rise ! even now thy father comes, a ransomed man, this day ! Mount thy good horse ; and thou and I will meet him on his way." Then lightly rose that loyal son, and bounded on his steed, And urged, as if with lance in rest, the charger's foamy speed. And lo ! from far, as on they...
Página 356 - And shouted but once more aloud, ' My father ! must I stay ?' While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They...
Página 392 - 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 368 - 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 581 - The Christian Year. Thoughts in Verse for the Sundays and Holy Days throughout the Year.