Works: With a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her Genius, Volume 6Sea & Blanchard, 1842 |
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Pagina 24
... path to his battle - field ! " The shadows of the forest Are about the lady now ; She is hurrying through the midnight on , Beneath the dark pine bough . There's a murmur of omens in every leaf , There's a wail in the stream like the ...
... path to his battle - field ! " The shadows of the forest Are about the lady now ; She is hurrying through the midnight on , Beneath the dark pine bough . There's a murmur of omens in every leaf , There's a wail in the stream like the ...
Pagina 37
... path is not as mine . And yet I will be thine , my Love ! and yet I will be thine . And I will leave my blessed home , my Father's joyous hearth , With all the voices meeting there in tenderness and mirth , With all the kind and ...
... path is not as mine . And yet I will be thine , my Love ! and yet I will be thine . And I will leave my blessed home , my Father's joyous hearth , With all the voices meeting there in tenderness and mirth , With all the kind and ...
Pagina 40
... path of our daring in boundless woods ! And our works unto many a lake's green shore , Where the Indian's graves lay , alone , before . ” " But who shall teach the flowers , Which our children loved , to dwell In a soil that is not ours ...
... path of our daring in boundless woods ! And our works unto many a lake's green shore , Where the Indian's graves lay , alone , before . ” " But who shall teach the flowers , Which our children loved , to dwell In a soil that is not ours ...
Pagina 41
... path I tread . But my heart is high and fearless , As by mighty wings upborne ; The mountain eagle hath not plumes So strong as Love and Scorn . I have raised thee from the grave - sod , By the white man's path defiled ; On to th ...
... path I tread . But my heart is high and fearless , As by mighty wings upborne ; The mountain eagle hath not plumes So strong as Love and Scorn . I have raised thee from the grave - sod , By the white man's path defiled ; On to th ...
Pagina 43
... path I tread . 43 THE KING OF ARRAGON'S LAMENT FOR HIS BROTHER.1 " If I could see him , it were well with me ! " COLERIDGE's Wallenstein . THERE were lights and sounds of revelling in the vanquish'd city's halls , As by night the feast ...
... path I tread . 43 THE KING OF ARRAGON'S LAMENT FOR HIS BROTHER.1 " If I could see him , it were well with me ! " COLERIDGE's Wallenstein . THERE were lights and sounds of revelling in the vanquish'd city's halls , As by night the feast ...
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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
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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?