The Poetical Works of Felicia Hemans: With Memoir, Explanatory Notes, EtcJ. Wurtele Lovell, 1881 - 554 páginas |
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... Hour of Death .. The Graves of Martyrs .. The Hour of Prayer .. The Voice of Home to the Prodigal . The Wakening .. The Breeze from Shore ... The Dying Improvisatore . Music of Yesterday . The Forsaken Hearth .. The Dreamer .. The Wings ...
... Hour of Death .. The Graves of Martyrs .. The Hour of Prayer .. The Voice of Home to the Prodigal . The Wakening .. The Breeze from Shore ... The Dying Improvisatore . Music of Yesterday . The Forsaken Hearth .. The Dreamer .. The Wings ...
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... hours wring forth the hidden might Which hath lain bedded in the silent soul , A treasure all undreamt of , — -as ... hour their pathway free : Could a rose brave the storm , such might her emblem be ! XXXVI . For the soft gloom whose ...
... hours wring forth the hidden might Which hath lain bedded in the silent soul , A treasure all undreamt of , — -as ... hour their pathway free : Could a rose brave the storm , such might her emblem be ! XXXVI . For the soft gloom whose ...
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... hours Flowed from her lips , was to forget the sway Of Time and Death below , blight , shadow , dull decay ! XLIII . Could this change be ? The hour , the scene , where last I saw that form , came floating o'er my mind : A golden ...
... hours Flowed from her lips , was to forget the sway Of Time and Death below , blight , shadow , dull decay ! XLIII . Could this change be ? The hour , the scene , where last I saw that form , came floating o'er my mind : A golden ...
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... hour doth vain affection's gaze Fix itself down on struggling agony , To the dimmed eyeballs freezing as they glaze ? It might be yet the power to will seemed o'er- That my soul yearned to hear his voice once more ! But mine was ...
... hour doth vain affection's gaze Fix itself down on struggling agony , To the dimmed eyeballs freezing as they glaze ? It might be yet the power to will seemed o'er- That my soul yearned to hear his voice once more ! But mine was ...
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... hour - the scene ; the intensely present rushed Back on her spirit , and her large tears gushed Like blood - drops from a victim - with swift rain Bathing the bosom where she leaned that hour , As if her life would melt into the o ...
... hour - the scene ; the intensely present rushed Back on her spirit , and her large tears gushed Like blood - drops from a victim - with swift rain Bathing the bosom where she leaned that hour , As if her life would melt into the o ...
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
Pasajes populares
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...