Poems of Felicia HemansW. Blackwood, 1872 - 652 páginas |
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... tone , And proudly hallow'd Lacedæmon's sword , And guided Phidias o'er the yielding stone , LXIII . And say , what marvel , in those early days , While yet the light of heaven - born truth was not , If man around him cast a fearful ...
... tone , And proudly hallow'd Lacedæmon's sword , And guided Phidias o'er the yielding stone , LXIII . And say , what marvel , in those early days , While yet the light of heaven - born truth was not , If man around him cast a fearful ...
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... tone , While all the murmurs of existence sleep , Swell'd on the stillness of the air alone ! Silent the throngs that fill the darken'd street , Silent the slumbering Thames , the lonely mart ; And all is still , where countless ...
... tone , While all the murmurs of existence sleep , Swell'd on the stillness of the air alone ! Silent the throngs that fill the darken'd street , Silent the slumbering Thames , the lonely mart ; And all is still , where countless ...
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... tone severe- Hence , Aben - Zurrah ! death surrounds thee here ! " " Zayda ! what means that glance , unlike thine own ? What mean those words , and that unwonted tone ? I will not deem thee changed - but in thy face , It is not joy ...
... tone severe- Hence , Aben - Zurrah ! death surrounds thee here ! " " Zayda ! what means that glance , unlike thine own ? What mean those words , and that unwonted tone ? I will not deem thee changed - but in thy face , It is not joy ...
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... tone . That sound , whose cadence dies upon his ear , He follows , reckless if his bands are near . On by the rushing stream his way he bends , And through the mountain's forest zone ascends ; Piercing the still and solitary shades Of ...
... tone . That sound , whose cadence dies upon his ear , He follows , reckless if his bands are near . On by the rushing stream his way he bends , And through the mountain's forest zone ascends ; Piercing the still and solitary shades Of ...
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... tone ! Sweet is that lay ! and yet its flow Hath language only given to woe ; And if at times its wakening swell Some tale of glory seems to tell , Soon the proud notes of triumph die , Lost in a dirge's harmony . Oh ! many a pang the ...
... tone ! Sweet is that lay ! and yet its flow Hath language only given to woe ; And if at times its wakening swell Some tale of glory seems to tell , Soon the proud notes of triumph die , Lost in a dirge's harmony . Oh ! many a pang the ...
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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 farewell father fear flowers fount gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave grief harp hath hear heart heaven Hemans holy hope hour hush'd Joanna Baillie land light Llywarch Hen lone look'd lyre midst mighty Montalba Moorish mournful ne'er night o'er pale pass'd pour'd PROCIDA proud Provençal Raim repose rills rose round scene seem'd shade shadow shore shrine silent skies sleep smile soft song soul sound Spain spirit star stream sunbeam sunny sweet swell sword tears thee thine thou art Thou hast thought throne tomb tone Twas unto voice wandering wave weep wild wind young
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Página 369 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him 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 child-like form.
Página 375 - 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 412 - 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 429 - 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 369 - 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 478 - Not there, not there, my child! "Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair — Sorrow and death may not enter there : Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, — It is there, it is there, my child!
Página 429 - 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 ! Felicia Hemans.
Página 435 - 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 377 - 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...
Página 369 - With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing which perished there Was that young faithful heart...