Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volume 2Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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... Child England's Dead • To the Memory of Bishop Heber · 196 198 · -an Ancient Statue · 203 • · 206 · • 208 • 211 • · The Hour of Prayer · 213 The Voice of Spring The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers The Hebrew Mother The Child and Dove 215 ...
... Child England's Dead • To the Memory of Bishop Heber · 196 198 · -an Ancient Statue · 203 • · 206 · • 208 • 211 • · The Hour of Prayer · 213 The Voice of Spring The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers The Hebrew Mother The Child and Dove 215 ...
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... Conqueror 305 The Sound of the Sea 308 Casabianca 310 The Adopted Child 312 The Departed 315 The Breeze from Land 318 To one of the Author's Children on his Birthday . 321 To a Younger Child on a Similar Occasion An Hour CONTENTS .
... Conqueror 305 The Sound of the Sea 308 Casabianca 310 The Adopted Child 312 The Departed 315 The Breeze from Land 318 To one of the Author's Children on his Birthday . 321 To a Younger Child on a Similar Occasion An Hour CONTENTS .
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Mrs. Hemans. To a Younger Child on a Similar Occasion An Hour of Romance . Evening Prayer at a Girls ' School The Invocation · • • 325 . · 328 THE FOREST SANCTUARY . Ihr Plätze aller meiner stillen Freuden vi CONTENTS .
Mrs. Hemans. To a Younger Child on a Similar Occasion An Hour of Romance . Evening Prayer at a Girls ' School The Invocation · • • 325 . · 328 THE FOREST SANCTUARY . Ihr Plätze aller meiner stillen Freuden vi CONTENTS .
Pagina 2
... country in the 16th century , takes refuge with his child in a North American forest . The story is supposed to be related by himself amidst the wilderness which has afforded him an asylum . THE FOREST SANCTUARY . I. THE Voices of my home.
... country in the 16th century , takes refuge with his child in a North American forest . The story is supposed to be related by himself amidst the wilderness which has afforded him an asylum . THE FOREST SANCTUARY . I. THE Voices of my home.
Pagina 5
... child's ! What hath thy son brought from thee to the wilds ? He hath brought marks of torture and the chain , Traces of things which pass not as a breeze , A blighted name , dark thoughts , wrath , woe - thy gifts are these . VI . A ...
... child's ! What hath thy son brought from thee to the wilds ? He hath brought marks of torture and the chain , Traces of things which pass not as a breeze , A blighted name , dark thoughts , wrath , woe - thy gifts are these . VI . A ...
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...