The Poetical Work of Mrs. Felicia Hemans, Volume 2Nathan Whiting, 1828 |
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... Father 28 The Vassal's Lament for the Fallen Tree 31 The Wild Huntsman 32 Brandenburgh Harvest - Song , -from the Ger- man of La Motte Fouque 34 The Shade of Theseus , -Greek Tradition 35 Ancient Greek Song of Exile 36 Greek Funeral ...
... Father 28 The Vassal's Lament for the Fallen Tree 31 The Wild Huntsman 32 Brandenburgh Harvest - Song , -from the Ger- man of La Motte Fouque 34 The Shade of Theseus , -Greek Tradition 35 Ancient Greek Song of Exile 36 Greek Funeral ...
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... ; There is heard no song , and no mead is pour'd , But the warrior may come to the silent board In the shadow of the night . " There is laid a sword in thy father's tomb LAYS OF MANY LANDS . 11 The Sword of the Tomb,-a Northern Legend.
... ; There is heard no song , and no mead is pour'd , But the warrior may come to the silent board In the shadow of the night . " There is laid a sword in thy father's tomb LAYS OF MANY LANDS . 11 The Sword of the Tomb,-a Northern Legend.
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Mrs. Hemans. " There is laid a sword in thy father's tomb , And its edge is fraught with thy foeman's doom ; But soft be thy step through the silence deep , And move not the urn in the house of sleep , For the viewless have fearful might ...
Mrs. Hemans. " There is laid a sword in thy father's tomb , And its edge is fraught with thy foeman's doom ; But soft be thy step through the silence deep , And move not the urn in the house of sleep , For the viewless have fearful might ...
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... fathers fell ! For the Kureihen'st notes must never sound In a land that wears the chain , And the vines on freedom's holy ground Untrampled must remain ! The point of rock on which Tell leaped from the boat of Gessler is marked by a ...
... fathers fell ! For the Kureihen'st notes must never sound In a land that wears the chain , And the vines on freedom's holy ground Untrampled must remain ! The point of rock on which Tell leaped from the boat of Gessler is marked by a ...
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... fathers ' days , Which are told to other's now ! But tell us , thou bird of the solemn strain ! Can those who have loved ... father of his child ? And the chief , of those that were wont to share His wanderings through the wild ? We call ...
... fathers ' days , Which are told to other's now ! But tell us , thou bird of the solemn strain ! Can those who have loved ... father of his child ? And the chief , of those that were wont to share His wanderings through the wild ? We call ...
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art thou banners beauty beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blue blue streams bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land bright wave brow cheek child dark dead death deep dreams dust dwell earth Eolian ev'n fair falchion farewell father flowers fount gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow Glyndwr's gone grave green hath heard heart Heaven holy hour joyous Lake of Lucerne land leaves light lone look look'd lyre midst mirth mother mountain mournful murmur night o'er pale pass'd proud rest rills rose round Sea-king shade shadow shining shore silent sleep slumber smile soft soft winds solemn song soul sound spear spirit stars stranger's heart stream sunny sunny brow sweet sword tears thee thine thou art thou hast thought tomb tone tree unto voice wakeful eye wanderer wave weep wert whispering wild wind woods wouldst young
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Page 66 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame. Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear: — They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Page 46 - Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies. — Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful Main...
Page 67 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 62 - England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave '• Are not the rocks their funeral piles, The seas and shores their grave ' Go, stranger ! track the deep, Free, free the white sail spread Wave may not foam, nor wild wind sweep, Where rest not England's dead.
Page 117 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest; with, such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Page 93 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Page 64 - Come forth, O ye children of gladness, come! Where the violets lie may be now your home. 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!
Page 172 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand? Is it there, sweet mother! that better land? Not there, not there, my child ! Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Page 47 - O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown : Yet must thou hear a voice — Restore the dead ! Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee ! — Restore the dead, thou sea ! BRING FLOWERS.
Page 89 - O'er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight— Where are those dreamers now? One midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream, is laid ; The Indian knows his place of rest Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. One...