Works: With a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her Genius, Volume 6Sea & Blanchard, 1842 |
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Pagina 15
... soul ? -Cold , weak and cold , Is Earth's vain language , piercing not one fold Of our deep being ! -Oh , for gifts more high ! For a seer's glance to rend mortality ! For a charm'd rod , to call from each dark shrine , The oracles ...
... soul ? -Cold , weak and cold , Is Earth's vain language , piercing not one fold Of our deep being ! -Oh , for gifts more high ! For a seer's glance to rend mortality ! For a charm'd rod , to call from each dark shrine , The oracles ...
Pagina 16
... soul ? Hath not its conflict won a voice to shake Death's fastnesses ? -a magic to control Worlds far removed ? —from o'er the grave to thee Love hath made answer ; and thy tale should be Sung like a lay of triumph ! -Now return , And ...
... soul ? Hath not its conflict won a voice to shake Death's fastnesses ? -a magic to control Worlds far removed ? —from o'er the grave to thee Love hath made answer ; and thy tale should be Sung like a lay of triumph ! -Now return , And ...
Pagina 17
... souls ! He died , he died , On whom my lone devotedness was cast ! I might not keep one vigil by his side , 17 I , whose ... soul grew weak ! -I tell thee that a power There kindled heart and lip ! —a fiery shower My words were made ; -a ...
... souls ! He died , he died , On whom my lone devotedness was cast ! I might not keep one vigil by his side , 17 I , whose ... soul grew weak ! -I tell thee that a power There kindled heart and lip ! —a fiery shower My words were made ; -a ...
Pagina 19
... soul faint : - with fear ? -Oh ! not with fear ! - With the sick feeling that in his far sphere My love could be as nothing ! -But he spoke – How shall I tell thee of the startling thrill In that low voice , whose breezy tones could ...
... soul faint : - with fear ? -Oh ! not with fear ! - With the sick feeling that in his far sphere My love could be as nothing ! -But he spoke – How shall I tell thee of the startling thrill In that low voice , whose breezy tones could ...
Pagina 25
... soul , as on swelling seas upborne , Is girded all fearful things to scorn . ― 25 And fearful things were around her spread , When she reach'd the field of the warrior - dead ; There lay the noble , the valiant , low Ay ! but one word ...
... soul , as on swelling seas upborne , Is girded all fearful things to scorn . ― 25 And fearful things were around her spread , When she reach'd the field of the warrior - dead ; There lay the noble , the valiant , low Ay ! but one word ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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?