The Poetical Work of Mrs. Felicia Hemans, Volumen2Evert Duyckinck, 1828 |
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... Memory of Bishop Heber 84 The Hour of Prayer 85 The Voice of Spring 86 The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers 88 The Hebrew Mother The Child and Dove The Child's Last Sleep 89 91 92 The Lady of the Castle To the Ivy 93 95 On a Leaf from the ...
... Memory of Bishop Heber 84 The Hour of Prayer 85 The Voice of Spring 86 The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers 88 The Hebrew Mother The Child and Dove The Child's Last Sleep 89 91 92 The Lady of the Castle To the Ivy 93 95 On a Leaf from the ...
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... Memory of a Friend and Relative 195 The Wakening 196 The Grave of a Poetess 197 The Homes of England 199 Our Daily Paths The Memory of the Dead Evening Song of the Tyrolese Peasants The Ivy of Kenilworth The Mother and Child Angel ...
... Memory of a Friend and Relative 195 The Wakening 196 The Grave of a Poetess 197 The Homes of England 199 Our Daily Paths The Memory of the Dead Evening Song of the Tyrolese Peasants The Ivy of Kenilworth The Mother and Child Angel ...
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... memory sweep Wildly when aught brings back that burial of the deep . LIX . Then the broad lonely sunrise ! -and the plash Into the sounding waves ! ( 18 ) -around her head They parted , with a glancing moment's flash , Then shut - and ...
... memory sweep Wildly when aught brings back that burial of the deep . LIX . Then the broad lonely sunrise ! -and the plash Into the sounding waves ! ( 18 ) -around her head They parted , with a glancing moment's flash , Then shut - and ...
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... Memory , fleeting fast ; and then his play Through the wide Llanos ( 21 ) cheer'd again our way , And by the mighty Oronoco stream , On whose lone margin we have heard at morn , From the mysterious rocks , the sunrise - music borne ...
... Memory , fleeting fast ; and then his play Through the wide Llanos ( 21 ) cheer'd again our way , And by the mighty Oronoco stream , On whose lone margin we have heard at morn , From the mysterious rocks , the sunrise - music borne ...
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... memory . " -Webster's Oration on the Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers in New England . - See Hodgson's Letters from North America , vol . ii . p . 305 . Note 12 , page 205 , lines 1 and 2 . Bring me the sounding of the torrent - water ...
... memory . " -Webster's Oration on the Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers in New England . - See Hodgson's Letters from North America , vol . ii . p . 305 . Note 12 , page 205 , lines 1 and 2 . Bring me the sounding of the torrent - water ...
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Ali Pacha art thou banners beauty beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blue blue streams bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land brow call'd cheek child dark dead death deep dreams dust dwell earth Eolian ev'n fade fair falchion farewell father flowers forest fount gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave green hath hear heard heart Heaven holy hour joyous Lake of Lucerne land leaves light lone look look'd lyre midst mirth mother mournful night o'er Odin Oronoco pale pass'd pines pour'd rest rills Rio verde rocks round Sea-king seem'd shades shadow shining shore silent sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound spear spirit stars stranger's heart streams sunny sweet sword tears thee Theseus thine thou art Thou hast thought tomb tone tree trumpet unto voice wave weep wert wild wind woods wouldst young
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Página 135 - 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 115 - 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 86 - I COME, I come! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song; Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose .stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves opening as I pass.
Página 111 - 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 88 - 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. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came; Not with the roll of 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.
Página 194 - Not there, not there, my child." Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies, Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds, on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ? " Not there, not there, my child.
Página 84 - England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave '• Are not the rocks their funeral piles, The seas and shores their grave ' Go, stranger ! track the deep, Free, free the white sail spread Wave may not foam, nor wild wind sweep, Where rest not England's dead.
Página 137 - Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone — nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Página 194 - 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 ; Far beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb — It is there, it is there, my child !
Página 68 - 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. Keep thy red gold and gems, thou stormy grave...