The Forest Sanctuary: And Other PoemsJ. Murray, 1825 - 205 pagina's |
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... 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 blighted name ! —I hear the winds THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 5.
... 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 blighted name ! —I hear the winds THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 5.
Pagina 28
... breeze - the words of doom were said ; And the sun faded mournfully from Heaven , -He faded mournfully ! and dimly red , Parting in clouds from those that look'd their last , And sigh'd- " farewell , thou sun ! " - Eve glow'd and pass'd ...
... breeze - the words of doom were said ; And the sun faded mournfully from Heaven , -He faded mournfully ! and dimly red , Parting in clouds from those that look'd their last , And sigh'd- " farewell , thou sun ! " - Eve glow'd and pass'd ...
Pagina 36
... breeze had troubled memory's hidden source ! At once the torpor of my soul was broken— Thought , feeling , passion , woke in tenfold force . -There are soft breathings in the southern wind , That so your ce - chains , O ye streams ...
... breeze had troubled memory's hidden source ! At once the torpor of my soul was broken— Thought , feeling , passion , woke in tenfold force . -There are soft breathings in the southern wind , That so your ce - chains , O ye streams ...
Pagina 51
... breeze , awake 12 ! And river , darkening ne'er with hues of slaughter Thy wave's pure silvery green , —and shining lake , Spread far before my cabin , with thy zone Of ancient woods , ye chainless things and lone ! Send voices through ...
... breeze , awake 12 ! And river , darkening ne'er with hues of slaughter Thy wave's pure silvery green , —and shining lake , Spread far before my cabin , with thy zone Of ancient woods , ye chainless things and lone ! Send voices through ...
Pagina 54
... breeze , And the full circle of the rainbow seen There , on the snows 13 ; and in my country been A mountain wanderer , from the Pyrenees To the Morena crags - how left I not Life , or the soul's life quench'd , on that sepulchral spot ...
... breeze , And the full circle of the rainbow seen There , on the snows 13 ; and in my country been A mountain wanderer , from the Pyrenees To the Morena crags - how left I not Life , or the soul's life quench'd , on that sepulchral spot ...
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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.