Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volume 2Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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... blue , lone , distant main is sweeping High o'er one gentle head - ye rest not here ! - " Tis not the olive , with a whisper swaying , Not thy low ripplings , glassy water , playing Through my own chesnut groves , which fill mine ear ...
... blue , lone , distant main is sweeping High o'er one gentle head - ye rest not here ! - " Tis not the olive , with a whisper swaying , Not thy low ripplings , glassy water , playing Through my own chesnut groves , which fill mine ear ...
Pagina 52
... blue hill's flying roe ; Thou that beside the red night - fire thou heapest , Beneath the cedars and the star - light sleepest , Thou know'st not , wanderer - never may'st thou know ! - Of the dark holds wherewith man cumbers earth , To ...
... blue hill's flying roe ; Thou that beside the red night - fire thou heapest , Beneath the cedars and the star - light sleepest , Thou know'st not , wanderer - never may'st thou know ! - Of the dark holds wherewith man cumbers earth , To ...
Pagina 60
Mrs. Hemans. XVIII . The rolling clouds ! -they have the whole blue space Above to sail in - all the dome of sky ! My soul shot with them in their breezy race O'er star and gloom ! -but I had yet to fly , As flies the hunted wolf . A ...
Mrs. Hemans. XVIII . The rolling clouds ! -they have the whole blue space Above to sail in - all the dome of sky ! My soul shot with them in their breezy race O'er star and gloom ! -but I had yet to fly , As flies the hunted wolf . A ...
Pagina 66
... thy hills along ; The citron's glow is caught from shade and dell ; But what are these ? -upon thy flowery sod I might not kneel , and pour my free thoughts out to God ! XXXII . O'er the blue deep I fled , the 66 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
... thy hills along ; The citron's glow is caught from shade and dell ; But what are these ? -upon thy flowery sod I might not kneel , and pour my free thoughts out to God ! XXXII . O'er the blue deep I fled , the 66 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
Pagina 67
Mrs. Hemans. XXXII . O'er the blue deep I fled , the chainless deep ! -Strange heart of man ! that ev'n ' midst woe swells high , When through the foam he sees his proud bark sweep , Flinging out joyous gleams to wave and sky ! Yes ! it ...
Mrs. Hemans. XXXII . O'er the blue deep I fled , the chainless deep ! -Strange heart of man ! that ev'n ' midst woe swells high , When through the foam he sees his proud bark sweep , Flinging out joyous gleams to wave and sky ! Yes ! it ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
art thou banners beauty beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blue streams bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land brow burst call'd child dark dead death deep didst dreams dust dwell earth ev'n faded faint fair fair brow falchion fear flowers foam fount gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glorious glow gone grave green hath hear heard heart Heaven hour hush'd joyous Lake of Lucerne land leaves light lips lone look'd lovely sculpture lyre midst mighty mirth Moorish mournful night o'er thy Oronoco pale pass'd pines pour'd rest rills Rio verde round seem'd shades shadows shining shore silent sleep slumber smile soft soft eyes song soul sound Spain spear spirit stars stormy strain streams sunny sunny brow sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thou wert thought tone unto voice wave weep wild wind woods wouldst young
Populaire passages
Pagina 215 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Pagina 266 - 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.
Pagina 181 - Yet more, the Depths have more ! — What wealth untold Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies.
Pagina 265 - Death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer ; But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth...
Pagina 305 - Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" —And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Pagina 258 - Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night 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.
Pagina 215 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. 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.
Pagina 284 - And men stood breathless in their dread. And baffled in their skill — But One was there, who rose and said To the wild sea,
Pagina 289 - Thou tak'st through the dim church-aisle thy way, And its pillars from twilight flash forth to day, And its high pale tombs, with their trophies old, Are bathed in a flood as of burning gold.
Pagina 319 - Now in thy youth, beseech of Him Who giveth, upbraiding' not; That his light in thy heart become not dim, And his love be unforgot ; And thy God, in the darkest of days, will be, Greenness, and beauty, and strength to thee...