The forest sanctuary, and other poems; Records of woman, with other poemsHilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins, 1827 |
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... look that once thou brightly worest , Cheering me onward through a fearful hour , When we were girt by Indian bow and spear , ' Midst the white Andes - ev'n as mountain deer , Hemm'd in our camp - but through the javelin shower We rent ...
... look that once thou brightly worest , Cheering me onward through a fearful hour , When we were girt by Indian bow and spear , ' Midst the white Andes - ev'n as mountain deer , Hemm'd in our camp - but through the javelin shower We rent ...
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... look'd on two , Following his footsteps to the same dread place , For the same guilt - his sisters ! 5 - Well I knew The beauty on those brows , though each young face Was chang'd - so deeply chang'd ! a dungeon's air Is hard for lov'd ...
... look'd on two , Following his footsteps to the same dread place , For the same guilt - his sisters ! 5 - Well I knew The beauty on those brows , though each young face Was chang'd - so deeply chang'd ! a dungeon's air Is hard for lov'd ...
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... 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 down no reprieve for earth's poor ...
... 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 down no reprieve for earth's poor ...
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... No fair young firstling of the flock to die , As when before their God the Patriarchs stood ? -Look down ! man brings thee , Heaven ! his brother's guiltless blood ! XLVIII . Hear its voice , hear ! -a cry 26 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
... No fair young firstling of the flock to die , As when before their God the Patriarchs stood ? -Look down ! man brings thee , Heaven ! his brother's guiltless blood ! XLVIII . Hear its voice , hear ! -a cry 26 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
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... look'd their last , And sigh'd- " Farewell , thou sun ! " - Eve glow'd and pass'd- Night - midnight and the moon - came forth and shed Sleep , even as dew , on glen , wood , peopled spot- Save one - a place of death - and there men ...
... look'd their last , And sigh'd- " Farewell , thou sun ! " - Eve glow'd and pass'd- Night - midnight and the moon - came forth and shed Sleep , even as dew , on glen , wood , peopled spot- Save one - a place of death - and there men ...
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The forest sanctuary, and other poems; Records of woman, with other poems Mrs. Hemans Полный просмотр - 1827 |
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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.