Works: With a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her Genius, Volume 6Sea & Blanchard, 1842 |
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Pagina 24
... past ; She ruled the heart which had beat so fast , She dash'd the tears from her kindling eye , With a glance , as of sudden royalty : The proud blood sprang in a fiery flow , Quick over bosom , and cheek , and brow , And her young ...
... past ; She ruled the heart which had beat so fast , She dash'd the tears from her kindling eye , With a glance , as of sudden royalty : The proud blood sprang in a fiery flow , Quick over bosom , and cheek , and brow , And her young ...
Pagina 33
... past the moaning sea , And by the star - light gleams , Mother of Sorrows ! lo , I come to thee . Unto thy shrine I bear Night - blowing flowers , like my own heart , to lie All , all unfolded there , Beneath the meekness of thy pitying ...
... past the moaning sea , And by the star - light gleams , Mother of Sorrows ! lo , I come to thee . Unto thy shrine I bear Night - blowing flowers , like my own heart , to lie All , all unfolded there , Beneath the meekness of thy pitying ...
Pagina 35
... past be fraught , Answer me , answer me ! Have we not communed here with life and death ? Have we not said that love , such love as ours , Was not to perish as a rose's breath , To melt away , like song from festal bowers ? Answer , oh ...
... past be fraught , Answer me , answer me ! Have we not communed here with life and death ? Have we not said that love , such love as ours , Was not to perish as a rose's breath , To melt away , like song from festal bowers ? Answer , oh ...
Pagina 38
... o'er each danger past , That I may kneel and pray for thee , and win thee aid divine , - For this I will be thine , my Love ! for this I will be thine ! SONG OF EMIGRATION . 39 SONG OF EMIGRATION . THERE 38 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
... o'er each danger past , That I may kneel and pray for thee , and win thee aid divine , - For this I will be thine , my Love ! for this I will be thine ! SONG OF EMIGRATION . 39 SONG OF EMIGRATION . THERE 38 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
Pagina 44
... past them roll , And the soft breath of thine orange - bowers is mournful to my soul . 66 — My brother ! oh ! my brother ! thou art gone , – the true and brave , And the haughty joy of victory hath died upon thy grave ; There are many ...
... past them roll , And the soft breath of thine orange - bowers is mournful to my soul . 66 — My brother ! oh ! my brother ! thou art gone , – the true and brave , And the haughty joy of victory hath died upon thy grave ; There are many ...
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ANCESTRAL SONG art thou Auvergne bear beauty BERNARDO DEL CARPIO bless'd blessing blue streams bower breast breath bright brother brow child childhood's clouds dark dead death deep dreams dwell e'en earth faint fair farewell fill'd flowers fount gaze gentle GIULIO REGONDI glad glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave grief hath haunted heaven holy hour JOANNA BAILLIE Leonora d'Este LICHFIELD CATHEDRAL light linger lone lyre MARGUERITE OF FRANCE midst mighty mingled mirth mountain mournful night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer proud Rhine rich rose seem'd shadow shed shore shrine silent sing skies sleep smile soft solemn song soul sound spirit stranger's heart stream strong sunny sunset tree sweet Tasso tears thee thine things Thou art Thou hast thought thrilling thy heart tomb tone unto voice wander wave weep wild wind wings
Populaire passages
Pagina 333 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade— I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's...
Pagina 122 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Pagina 141 - Not there; not there, my child.' Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas. Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings Bear the rich hues of all glorious things? Not there; not there, my child.
Pagina 62 - Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire, Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed,— Thou canst not ? — and a king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head...
Pagina 78 - The better days of life were ours; The worst can be but mine; The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers, Shall never more be thine.
Pagina 60 - They might have chained him, as before that stony form he stood, For the power was stricken from his arm, and from his lip the blood. "Father!
Pagina 240 - Ah ! then if mine had been the painter's hand To express what then I saw, and add the gleam, The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream...
Pagina 172 - I IN these flowery meads would be : These crystal streams should solace me; To whose harmonious bubbling noise I with my angle would rejoice. Sit here, and see the turtle-dove Court his chaste mate to acts of love; Or on that bank, feel the west wind Breathe health and plenty; please my mind. To see sweet dewdrops kiss these flowers. And then...
Pagina 112 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Pagina 52 - Whispered my native streams ; " Hath the spirit nursed amidst hill and grove. Still revered its first high dreams?