The Forest Sanctuary: And Other PoemsJ. Murray, 1825 - 205 pagina's |
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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
... 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 secret spot , And strange , I knew - the sunbeam knew it not ...
... 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 secret spot , And strange , I knew - the sunbeam knew it not ...
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
... blue deep I fled , the chainless deep ! -Strange heart of man ! that ev'n midst woe swells high , When thro ' the foam he sees his proud bark sweep , Flinging out joyous gleams to wave and sky ! Yes ! it swells high , whate'er he leaves ...
... blue deep I fled , the chainless deep ! -Strange heart of man ! that ev'n midst woe swells high , When thro ' the foam he sees his proud bark sweep , Flinging out joyous gleams to wave and sky ! Yes ! it swells high , whate'er he leaves ...
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The Forest Sanctuary: And Other Poems Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans,Mrs. Hemans Volledige weergave - 1825 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
ancient arm'd art thou bended Bow blue streams borne bowers brave breast breath breeze bright land brow burst cave chant cheek dark dead death deep didst Doth dreams earth ev'n fade faint fair brow faithful band falchion farewell father fearful fled floating forest fount gaze glance gleam gloom grave hath hear heard heart Heaven hour house of sleep hush'd Ianthis joyous Lake of Lucerne leave light lone look look'd lov'd midst mighty mirth mournful night o'er Odin Odin's Hall pale phantom horses pines pour'd rest Richard Coeur-de-Lion rills Rio verde rock scgi Sea-king seas seem'd shades shadow shining shore silent sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring step stood streams sung sweet sword tears tell thee Theseus thine thou art Thou hast thou wert thought tomb tone voice pass'd wave weep wild wind woods wouldst thou young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 188 - Give back the lost and lovely ! — those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long ! The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song ! Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown — But all is not thine own.
Pagina 91 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Pagina 188 - Yet more, the depths have more ! Thy waves have rolled Above the cities of a world gone by ; Sand hath filled up the palaces of old, Sea-weed o'ergrown the halls of revelry. Dash o'er them, ocean ! in thy scornful play : Man yields them to decay. Yet more ! the billows and the depths have more ! High hearts and brave are gathered to thy breast ! They hear not now the booming waters roar, The battle-thunders will not break their rest.
Pagina 151 - Oh, father ! is it vain, This late remorse and deep ? Speak to me, father ! once again, I weep — behold, I weep ! Alas ! my guilty pride and ire ! Were but this work undone, I would give England's crown, my sire ! To hear thee bless thy son.
Pagina 98 - It is a timepiece that advances very regularly near four minutes a day ; and no other group of stars exhibits, to the naked eye, an observation of time so easily made. How often have we heard our guides exclaim, in the savannahs of the Venezuela, or in the desert extending from Lima to Truxillo, 'Midnight is past, the Cross begins to bend!
Pagina 146 - He lived — for life may long be borne Ere sorrow break its chain ; Why comes not death to those who mourn ? He never smiled again ! There stood proud forms around his throne, The stately and the brave, But which could fill the place of one...
Pagina 98 - In the solitude of the seas, we hail a star as a friend from whom we have long been separated. Among the Portuguese and the Spaniards peculiar motives seem to increase this feeling; a religious sentiment attaches them to a constellation, the form of which recalls the sign of the faith planted by their ancestors in the deserts of the New World.
Pagina 100 - Anon some wilder portraiture he draws ; Of Nature's savage glories he would speak, — The loneliness of earth that overawes, — Where, resting by some tomb of old Cacique, The lama-driver on Peruvia's peak Nor...
Pagina 133 - We call them far through the silent night, And they speak not from cave or hill; We know, thou bird! that their land is bright, But say, do they love there still ? 1 1 ANSWER TO THE MESSENGER BIRD.
Pagina 98 - How often these words reminded us of that affecting scene where Paul and Virginia, seated near the source of the river of Lataniers, conversed together for the last time ; and where the old man, at the sight of the Southern Cross, warns them that it is time to separate !"— DE HUMBOLDT'S Travels.