Poems, Том 2Hilliard, Gray, 1827 |
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... hear them still ! They have been with me through the dreamy night— The blessed household voices , wont to fill My heart's clear depths with unalloy'd delight ! I hear them still , unchang'd : -though some from earth Are music parted ...
... hear them still ! They have been with me through the dreamy night— The blessed household voices , wont to fill My heart's clear depths with unalloy'd delight ! I hear them still , unchang'd : -though some from earth Are music parted ...
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... He hath brought marks of torture and the chain , Traces of things which pass not as a breeze , A blighted name , dark thoughts , wrath , woe - thy gifts are these . VI . A blighted name ! -I hear the winds THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 5.
... He hath brought marks of torture and the chain , Traces of things which pass not as a breeze , A blighted name , dark thoughts , wrath , woe - thy gifts are these . VI . A blighted name ! -I hear the winds THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 5.
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Mrs. Hemans. VI . A blighted name ! -I hear the winds of morn- Their sounds are not of this ! -I hear the shiver Of the green reeds , and all the rustlings , borne From the high forest , when the light leaves quiver : Their sounds are ...
Mrs. Hemans. VI . A blighted name ! -I hear the winds of morn- Their sounds are not of this ! -I hear the shiver Of the green reeds , and all the rustlings , borne From the high forest , when the light leaves quiver : Their sounds are ...
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... Hear me ! magnificent and ancient wild ; And mighty rivers , ye that meet the main , As deep meets deep ; and forests , whose dim shade The flood's voice , and the wind's , by swells pervade ; Hear me ! - ' tis well to die , and not ...
... Hear me ! magnificent and ancient wild ; And mighty rivers , ye that meet the main , As deep meets deep ; and forests , whose dim shade The flood's voice , and the wind's , by swells pervade ; Hear me ! - ' tis well to die , and not ...
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... hear Once more the music of the mountaineer ! — And from the sunny vales the shepherd's strain Floats out , and fills the solitary place With the old tuneful names of Spain's heroic race . XIII . But there was silence one bright ...
... hear Once more the music of the mountaineer ! — And from the sunny vales the shepherd's strain Floats out , and fills the solitary place With the old tuneful names of Spain's heroic race . XIII . But there was silence one bright ...
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ancient art thou beautiful bended Bow bless'd blue streams bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land Bring flowers brow burst call'd dark death deep didst dreams dust dwell earth England's dead ev'n fade faint fair fair brow falchion farewell fear fled floating fount gaze glance gleam gloom glow grave hath hear heard heart Heaven hour house of sleep hush'd joyous Lake of Lucerne land leave light lips lone look look'd lyre midst mighty mirth Moorish mournful night Odin Oronoco pale pass'd pine pour'd rest rills Rio verde round Sea-king seas seem'd shades shadows shining shore sigh silent sleep slumber smile soft soft eyes song soul sound Spain spears spirit spring stars stood storm streams sweet sword tears thee Theseus thine thou art Thou hast thou wert thought tomb tone voice wave weep wild wind woods wouldst thou young
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Стр. 190 - 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. To thee the love of woman hath gone down, Dark flow thy tides o'er manhood's noble head, O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown : Yet must thou hear a voice — Restore the dead ! Earth shall reclaim her...
Стр. 231 - 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. 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. 225 - 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. 97 - 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. 225 - 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. 146 - Amidst the knightly ring: A murmur of the restless deep Was blent with every strain, A voice of winds that would not sleep — He never smiled again. Hearts, in that time, closed o'er the trace Of vows once fondly pour'd, And strangers took the kinsman's...
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. 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. 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...