The Forest Sanctuary: And Other PoemsJ. Murray, 1825 - 205 páginas |
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... arms to Heaven , still freshly green , But a wild vine around the stem hath clung , From branch to branch close wreaths of bondage throwing , Till the proud tree , before no tempest bowing , Hath shrunk and died , those serpent - folds ...
... arms to Heaven , still freshly green , But a wild vine around the stem hath clung , From branch to branch close wreaths of bondage throwing , Till the proud tree , before no tempest bowing , Hath shrunk and died , those serpent - folds ...
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... arm in hope . But now the throng Roll'd on , and bore me with their living tide , Ev'n as a bark wherein is left no power to guide . Wave swept on wave . XLVII . We reach'd a stately square , Deck'd for the rites . An altar stood on ...
... arm in hope . But now the throng Roll'd on , and bore me with their living tide , Ev'n as a bark wherein is left no power to guide . Wave swept on wave . XLVII . We reach'd a stately square , Deck'd for the rites . An altar stood on ...
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... arms , so passionately twin'd Around his neck - with such a trusting fold , A full deep sense of safety in their hold , As if nought earthly might th ' embrace unbind ! Alas ! a child's fond faith , believing still Its mother's breast ...
... arms , so passionately twin'd Around his neck - with such a trusting fold , A full deep sense of safety in their hold , As if nought earthly might th ' embrace unbind ! Alas ! a child's fond faith , believing still Its mother's breast ...
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... arm sustain'd her ! -oh ! I knew ' Twas vain , and yet he hop'd ! —he fondly strove Back from her faith her sinking soul to woo , As life might yet be hers ! —A dream of love Which could not look upon so fair a thing , Remembering how ...
... arm sustain'd her ! -oh ! I knew ' Twas vain , and yet he hop'd ! —he fondly strove Back from her faith her sinking soul to woo , As life might yet be hers ! —A dream of love Which could not look upon so fair a thing , Remembering how ...
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... arms she lay - she ! —what had lov'd was gone ! LXIII . Joy for thee , trembler ! -thou redeem'd one , joy ! Young dove set free ! earth , ashes , soulless clay , Remain'd for baffled vengeance to destroy ; -Thy chain was riven ! -nor ...
... arms she lay - she ! —what had lov'd was gone ! LXIII . Joy for thee , trembler ! -thou redeem'd one , joy ! Young dove set free ! earth , ashes , soulless clay , Remain'd for baffled vengeance to destroy ; -Thy chain was riven ! -nor ...
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The Forest Sanctuary: And Other Poems Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans,Mrs. Hemans Vista completa - 1825 |
Términos y frases comunes
ancient arm'd art thou bended Bow blue streams borne bowers brave breast breath breeze bright land brow burst cave chant cheek dark dead death deep didst Doth dreams earth ev'n fade faint fair brow faithful band falchion farewell father fearful fled floating forest fount gaze glance gleam gloom grave hath hear heard heart Heaven hour house of sleep hush'd Ianthis joyous Lake of Lucerne leave light lone look look'd lov'd midst mighty mirth mournful night o'er Odin Odin's Hall pale phantom horses pines pour'd rest Richard Coeur-de-Lion rills Rio verde rock scgi Sea-king seas seem'd shades shadow shining shore silent sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring step stood streams sung sweet sword tears tell thee Theseus thine thou art Thou hast thou wert thought tomb tone voice pass'd wave weep wild wind woods wouldst thou young youth
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Página 188 - 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 91 - 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 188 - Yet more, the depths have more ! Thy waves have rolled Above the cities of a world gone by ; Sand hath filled up the palaces of old, Sea-weed o'ergrown the halls of revelry. Dash o'er them, ocean ! in thy scornful play : Man yields them to decay. Yet more ! the billows and the depths have more ! High hearts and brave are gathered to thy breast ! They hear not now the booming waters roar, The battle-thunders will not break their rest.
Página 151 - Oh, father ! is it vain, This late remorse and deep ? Speak to me, father ! once again, I weep — behold, I weep ! Alas ! my guilty pride and ire ! Were but this work undone, I would give England's crown, my sire ! To hear thee bless thy son.
Página 98 - It is a timepiece that advances very regularly near four minutes a day ; and no other group of stars exhibits, to the naked eye, an observation of time so easily made. How often have we heard our guides exclaim, in the savannahs of the Venezuela, or in the desert extending from Lima to Truxillo, 'Midnight is past, the Cross begins to bend!
Página 146 - He lived — for life may long be borne Ere sorrow break its chain ; Why comes not death to those who mourn ? He never smiled again ! There stood proud forms around his throne, The stately and the brave, But which could fill the place of one...
Página 98 - In the solitude of the seas, we hail a star as a friend from whom we have long been separated. Among the Portuguese and the Spaniards peculiar motives seem to increase this feeling; a religious sentiment attaches them to a constellation, the form of which recalls the sign of the faith planted by their ancestors in the deserts of the New World.
Página 100 - Anon some wilder portraiture he draws ; Of Nature's savage glories he would speak, — The loneliness of earth that overawes, — Where, resting by some tomb of old Cacique, The lama-driver on Peruvia's peak Nor...
Página 133 - We call them far through the silent night, And they speak not from cave or hill; We know, thou bird! that their land is bright, But say, do they love there still ? 1 1 ANSWER TO THE MESSENGER BIRD.
Página 98 - How often these words reminded us of that affecting scene where Paul and Virginia, seated near the source of the river of Lataniers, conversed together for the last time ; and where the old man, at the sight of the Southern Cross, warns them that it is time to separate !"— DE HUMBOLDT'S Travels.