The Poetical Works of Felicia Hemans: With Memoir, Explanatory Notes, EtcJ. Wurtele Lovell, 1881 - 554 páginas |
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... bright Theresa ! with thy lifted brow , And thy clasped hands , and dark eyes filled with prayer ! And thee , sad Inez ! bowing thy fair head , And mantling up thy face , all colorless with dread ! LIII . And Alvar , Alvar ! —I beheld ...
... bright Theresa ! with thy lifted brow , And thy clasped hands , and dark eyes filled with prayer ! And thee , sad Inez ! bowing thy fair head , And mantling up thy face , all colorless with dread ! LIII . And Alvar , Alvar ! —I beheld ...
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... bright world such radiance might pervade ? It filled the fane , it mantled the pale form Which rose before me through the pictured storm , Even the gray tombs it kindled , and arrayed With life ! -How hard to see thy race begun And ...
... bright world such radiance might pervade ? It filled the fane , it mantled the pale form Which rose before me through the pictured storm , Even the gray tombs it kindled , and arrayed With life ! -How hard to see thy race begun And ...
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... bright dream vanished from my loneliness ! It floated off , the beautiful ! yet left Such deep thirst in my soul , that thus bereft , I lay down , sick with passion's vain excess , And prayed to die . How oft would sorrow weep Her ...
... bright dream vanished from my loneliness ! It floated off , the beautiful ! yet left Such deep thirst in my soul , that thus bereft , I lay down , sick with passion's vain excess , And prayed to die . How oft would sorrow weep Her ...
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... Bright Cross ! and knew that I watched what gave But passing lustre - shrouded soon to be- A soft light found no more - no more on earth or sea ! XLIX . I knew not all - yet something of unrest Sat on my heart . Wake , ocean - wind ! I ...
... Bright Cross ! and knew that I watched what gave But passing lustre - shrouded soon to be- A soft light found no more - no more on earth or sea ! XLIX . I knew not all - yet something of unrest Sat on my heart . Wake , ocean - wind ! I ...
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... bright farewell is fraught With all that art hath dreamt , but never caught . -Yes , Nature sleeps ; but not with her at rest The fiery passions of the human breast . Hark ! from the Alhambra's towers what stormy sound , Each moment ...
... bright farewell is fraught With all that art hath dreamt , but never caught . -Yes , Nature sleeps ; but not with her at rest The fiery passions of the human breast . Hark ! from the Alhambra's towers what stormy sound , Each moment ...
Términos y frases comunes
art thou banner bear beauty beneath blood bosom bowers brave breast breath breeze bright bright land bright waves brow cheek cloud Conradin dark dead death deep doth dreams dwell e'en earth ELMINA faded fair fair brow falchion farewell father fear flowers fount gaze glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave grief hath hear heart heaven hope hour hushed land light Llywarch Hen lone look lyre midst mighty Montalba Moorish mournful murmur ne'er night noble o'er pale passed PROCIDA proud Provençal Raim Raimond repose rest Roncesvalles round scene shade shadow shining Sicily silent sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound Spain spirit storm stranger's heart streams strong sweet swell sword tears thee thine thou art thou hast thought tomb tone Twas unto voice wake warrior wave weep wild wind young youth
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Página 416 - 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 416 - 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 349 - 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 childlike form.
Página 385 - 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 358 - Death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer ; But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth.
Página 385 - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves ; And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves.
Página 224 - Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire, Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed, — Thou canst not ? — and a king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head!
Página 416 - When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came ; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame ; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear ; They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea ; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free.
Página 223 - 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 358 - 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...