The Forest Sanctuary: And Other PoemsJ. Murray, 1825 - Всего страниц: 205 |
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... , and the tones of mirth- Wild , silvery tones , that rang through days more bright ! Have died in others , -yet to me they come , Singing of boyhood back - the voices of my home ! 1 II . They call me through this hush of woods B 2.
... , and the tones of mirth- Wild , silvery tones , that rang through days more bright ! Have died in others , -yet to me they come , Singing of boyhood back - the voices of my home ! 1 II . They call me through this hush of woods B 2.
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... dying thunders roll From the far cataracts ? -Shall I not rejoice That I have learn'd at last to know His voice From man's ? —I will rejoice ! —my soaring soul Now hath redeem'd her birth - right of the day , And won , through clouds ...
... dying thunders roll From the far cataracts ? -Shall I not rejoice That I have learn'd at last to know His voice From man's ? —I will rejoice ! —my soaring soul Now hath redeem'd her birth - right of the day , And won , through clouds ...
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... bowing , Hath shrunk and died , those serpent - folds among . Alas ! alas ! -what is it that I see ? An image of man's mind , land of my sires , with thee ! XII . Yet art thou lovely ! -Song is on 8 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
... bowing , Hath shrunk and died , those serpent - folds among . Alas ! alas ! -what is it that I see ? An image of man's mind , land of my sires , with thee ! XII . Yet art thou lovely ! -Song is on 8 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
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... died with thy true brethren there ! XXV . I call the fond wish back - for thou hast perish'd More nobly far , my Alvar ! -making known The might of truth ; and be thy memory cherish'd With theirs , the thousands , that around her throne ...
... died with thy true brethren there ! XXV . I call the fond wish back - for thou hast perish'd More nobly far , my Alvar ! -making known The might of truth ; and be thy memory cherish'd With theirs , the thousands , that around her throne ...
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... died ; But he was far away ; —and with thy doom Thus gathering , life grew so intensely dear , That all thy slight frame shook with its cold mortal fear ! XLVI . No aid ! -thou too didst pass and THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 25 25.
... died ; But he was far away ; —and with thy doom Thus gathering , life grew so intensely dear , That all thy slight frame shook with its cold mortal fear ! XLVI . No aid ! -thou too didst pass and THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 25 25.
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The Forest Sanctuary: And Other Poems Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans,Mrs. Hemans Полный просмотр - 1825 |
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ancient arm'd art thou bended Bow blue streams borne bowers brave breast breath breeze bright land brow burst cave chant cheek dark dead death deep didst Doth dreams earth ev'n fade faint fair brow faithful band falchion farewell father fearful fled floating forest fount gaze glance gleam gloom grave hath hear heard heart Heaven hour house of sleep hush'd Ianthis joyous Lake of Lucerne leave light lone look look'd lov'd midst mighty mirth mournful night o'er Odin Odin's Hall pale phantom horses pines pour'd rest Richard Coeur-de-Lion rills Rio verde rock scgi Sea-king seas seem'd shades shadow shining shore silent sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring step stood streams sung sweet sword tears tell thee Theseus thine thou art Thou hast thou wert thought tomb tone voice pass'd wave weep wild wind woods wouldst thou young youth
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Стр. 188 - Give back the lost and lovely ! — those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long ! The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song ! Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown — But all is not thine own.
Стр. 91 - 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. 188 - Yet more, the depths have more ! Thy waves have rolled Above the cities of a world gone by ; Sand hath filled up the palaces of old, Sea-weed o'ergrown the halls of revelry. Dash o'er them, ocean ! in thy scornful play : Man yields them to decay. 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.
Стр. 151 - Oh, father ! is it vain, This late remorse and deep ? Speak to me, father ! once again, I weep — behold, I weep ! Alas ! my guilty pride and ire ! Were but this work undone, I would give England's crown, my sire ! To hear thee bless thy son.
Стр. 98 - It is a timepiece that advances very regularly near four minutes a day ; and no other group of stars exhibits, to the naked eye, an observation of time so easily made. How often have we heard our guides exclaim, in the savannahs of the Venezuela, or in the desert extending from Lima to Truxillo, 'Midnight is past, the Cross begins to bend!
Стр. 146 - He lived — for life may long be borne Ere sorrow break its chain ; Why comes not death to those who mourn ? He never smiled again ! There stood proud forms around his throne, The stately and the brave, But which could fill the place of one...
Стр. 98 - In the solitude of the seas, we hail a star as a friend from whom we have long been separated. Among the Portuguese and the Spaniards peculiar motives seem to increase this feeling; a religious sentiment attaches them to a constellation, the form of which recalls the sign of the faith planted by their ancestors in the deserts of the New World.
Стр. 100 - Anon some wilder portraiture he draws ; Of Nature's savage glories he would speak, — The loneliness of earth that overawes, — Where, resting by some tomb of old Cacique, The lama-driver on Peruvia's peak Nor...
Стр. 133 - We call them far through the silent night, And they speak not from cave or hill; We know, thou bird! that their land is bright, But say, do they love there still ? 1 1 ANSWER TO THE MESSENGER BIRD.
Стр. 98 - How often these words reminded us of that affecting scene where Paul and Virginia, seated near the source of the river of Lataniers, conversed together for the last time ; and where the old man, at the sight of the Southern Cross, warns them that it is time to separate !"— DE HUMBOLDT'S Travels.