The Forest Sanctuary: And Other PoemsJ. Murray, 1825 - 205 pagina's |
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Pagina 10
... steps , like thunder - rain , That plashes on the roof of some vast echoing fane ! XV . What pageant's hour approach'd ? -The sullen gate Of a strong ancient prison - house was thrown Back to the day . And who , in mournful state , Came ...
... steps , like thunder - rain , That plashes on the roof of some vast echoing fane ! XV . What pageant's hour approach'd ? -The sullen gate Of a strong ancient prison - house was thrown Back to the day . And who , in mournful state , Came ...
Pagina 22
... step grow tremulous at last . XXXIX . For thou hadst made no deeper love a guest Midst thy young spirit's dreams , than that which grows Between the nurtur'd of the same fond breast , The shelter'd of one roof ; and thus it rose Twin'd ...
... step grow tremulous at last . XXXIX . For thou hadst made no deeper love a guest Midst thy young spirit's dreams , than that which grows Between the nurtur'd of the same fond breast , The shelter'd of one roof ; and thus it rose Twin'd ...
Pagina 24
... step , to hear The gushes of wild song , so silvery clear , Which , oft unconsciously , in happier hours Flow'd from her lips , was to forget the sway Of Time and Death below , ―blight , shadow , dull decay ! XLIII . Could this change ...
... step , to hear The gushes of wild song , so silvery clear , Which , oft unconsciously , in happier hours Flow'd from her lips , was to forget the sway Of Time and Death below , ―blight , shadow , dull decay ! XLIII . Could this change ...
Pagina 32
... spring , Her smile was wont to glance , her step to move , And deem that men indeed , in very truth , Could mean the sting of death for her soft flowering youth ! LX . He woo'd her back to life .- " 32 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
... spring , Her smile was wont to glance , her step to move , And deem that men indeed , in very truth , Could mean the sting of death for her soft flowering youth ! LX . He woo'd her back to life .- " 32 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
Pagina 41
... steps that wore Erewhile its gorgeous pavement , seem'd to brood Like mist upon the stately solitude , A halo of sad fame to mantle o'er Its white sepulchral forms of mail - clad men , And all was hush'd as night in some deep Alpine ...
... steps that wore Erewhile its gorgeous pavement , seem'd to brood Like mist upon the stately solitude , A halo of sad fame to mantle o'er Its white sepulchral forms of mail - clad men , And all was hush'd as night in some deep Alpine ...
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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.