The Forest Sanctuary: And Other PoemsJ. Murray, 1825 - Всего страниц: 205 |
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... spear , Midst the white Andes - ev'n as mountain deer , Hemm'd in our camp - but thro ' the javelin shower We rent our way , a tempest of despair ! -And thou hadst thou but died with thy true brethren there ! XXV . I call the fond wish ...
... spear , Midst the white Andes - ev'n as mountain deer , Hemm'd in our camp - but thro ' the javelin shower We rent our way , a tempest of despair ! -And thou hadst thou but died with thy true brethren there ! XXV . I call the fond wish ...
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... spear at times , or bended bow , Dost cross my footsteps in thy fiery chase Of the swift elk or blue hill's flying roe ; Thou that beside the red night - fire thou heapest , Beneath the cedars and the star - light sleepest , Thou know ...
... spear at times , or bended bow , Dost cross my footsteps in thy fiery chase Of the swift elk or blue hill's flying roe ; Thou that beside the red night - fire thou heapest , Beneath the cedars and the star - light sleepest , Thou know ...
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... , There droop'd the banner , with the marks it bore Of Paynim spears ; and I , the worn in frame And heart , what there was I ? -another and the same ! XXVI . Then bounded in a boy , with clear THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 63.
... , There droop'd the banner , with the marks it bore Of Paynim spears ; and I , the worn in frame And heart , what there was I ? -another and the same ! XXVI . Then bounded in a boy , with clear THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 63.
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... spears , and shields , and helmets , all mingled together — all worn into glass - like smoothness by the feet and the knees of long- departed worshippers . Around , on every side , each in their separate chapel , sleep undisturbed from ...
... spears , and shields , and helmets , all mingled together — all worn into glass - like smoothness by the feet and the knees of long- departed worshippers . Around , on every side , each in their separate chapel , sleep undisturbed from ...
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... spear from his hand , — They have chas'd him far from the glorious land Where the feast of the gods is spread ! " He must go forth alone on his phantom steed , He must ride o'er the grave - hills with stormy speed ; His place is no ...
... spear from his hand , — They have chas'd him far from the glorious land Where the feast of the gods is spread ! " He must go forth alone on his phantom steed , He must ride o'er the grave - hills with stormy speed ; His place is no ...
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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.