The forest sanctuary, and other poems; Records of woman, with other poemsHilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins, 1827 |
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... The fresh wave to my lips , when tropic beams Smote on my fever'd brow ! —Ay , years had pass'd , Severing our paths , brave friend ! —and thus we met at last ! XXIV . I see it still the lofty mien thou 14 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
... The fresh wave to my lips , when tropic beams Smote on my fever'd brow ! —Ay , years had pass'd , Severing our paths , brave friend ! —and thus we met at last ! XXIV . I see it still the lofty mien thou 14 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
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... 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 vintage - eve ; —the ...
... 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 vintage - eve ; —the ...
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... lips quivering ; -onward led , She look'd up with her dim bewilder'd eyes , And there smil'd out her own soft brilliant skies , Far in their sultry southern azure spread , Glowing with joy , but silent ! —still they smil❜d , Yet sent ...
... lips quivering ; -onward led , She look'd up with her dim bewilder'd eyes , And there smil'd out her own soft brilliant skies , Far in their sultry southern azure spread , Glowing with joy , but silent ! —still they smil❜d , Yet sent ...
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... lip of mercy , our immortal trust ! Did not that look , that very look , erewhile , Pour its o'ershadow'd beauty on the dust ? Wert thou not such when earth's dark cloud hung o'er thee ? -Surely thou wert ! -my heart grew hush'd before ...
... lip of mercy , our immortal trust ! Did not that look , that very look , erewhile , Pour its o'ershadow'd beauty on the dust ? Wert thou not such when earth's dark cloud hung o'er thee ? -Surely thou wert ! -my heart grew hush'd before ...
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... lips was wrung the sigh Of the dust's anguish ! if like man to die , -And earth round him shuts heavily - hath been Even to thee bitter , aid me ! -guide me ! -turn My wild and wandering thoughts back from their starless bourne ! " XC ...
... lips was wrung the sigh Of the dust's anguish ! if like man to die , -And earth round him shuts heavily - hath been Even to thee bitter , aid me ! -guide me ! -turn My wild and wandering thoughts back from their starless bourne ! " XC ...
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art thou beautiful beneath blue streams bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land Bright waves brow cheek child dark dead death deep dreams dust dwell earth Eudora Ev'n faded faint fair fair brow farewell fear fled floating flowers forest fount gathering film gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glow grave green grief hair hath heart Heaven holy hour hush'd JOANNA BAILLIE joyous Lake of Lucerne land leave light lips lone look'd lov'd lyre midst mine-a mirth mother mournful night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer rest RHEIMS rose round seem'd shade shadow shining shining band shore silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood storm stream strong sunny sweet tears thee thine thou art Thou hast thou wert thought tomb tone Twas unto voice wave weep wild wind woman woods young youth
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Стр. 225 - Ye of the rose-cheek and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly, With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay, Come forth to the sunshine, I may not stay...
Стр. 89 - 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.
Стр. 221 - CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light fades away ; Mother, with thine earnest eye, Ever following silently ; Father, by the breeze of eve Call'd thy harvest work to leave — Pray : ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the knee...
Стр. 222 - 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, on the darkening sea — Lift the heart and bend the knee...
Стр. 95 - And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight, than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.
Стр. 227 - Nought looks the same, save the nest we made!" Sad is your tale of the beautiful earth, Birds that o'ersweep it in power and mirth ! Yet through the wastes of the trackless air Ye have a guide, and shall we despair? Ye over desert and deep have pass'd — So may we reach our bright home at last ! THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD.
Стр. 226 - And what have ye found in the monarch's dome, Since last ye traversed the blue sea's foam? — " We have found a change, we have found a pall, And a gloom o'ershadowing the banquet's hall, And a mark on the floor as of life-drops spilt — Nought looks the same, save the nest we built!
Стр. 227 - midst the blooms of the morn may dwell, I tarry no longer — farewell, farewell ! The summer is coming, on soft winds borne, Ye may press the grape, ye may bind the corn '. For me, I depart to a brighter shore, Ye are mark'd by care, ye are mine no more. I go where the loved who have left you dwell, And the flowers are not Death's — fare ye well, farewell ! THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS.
Стр. 147 - Banners of battle o'er him hung, And warriors slept beneath, And light, as noon's broad light was flung On the settled face of death. On the settled face of death A strong and ruddy glare, Though...
Стр. 218 - The mountain-storms rise high In the snowy Pyrenees, And toss the pine-boughs through the sky, Like rose-leaves on the breeze. But let the storm rage on ! Let the fresh wreaths be shed ! • For the Roncesvalles' field is won, — There slumber England's dead.