The Forest Sanctuary: And Other PoemsJ. Murray, 1825 - 205 pagina's |
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Pagina 58
... tell ! I would not have my boy's young cheek made pale , Nor haunt his sunny rest with what befel In that drear prison - house . - His eye must grow More dark with thought , more earnest his fair brow , More high his heart in youthful ...
... tell ! I would not have my boy's young cheek made pale , Nor haunt his sunny rest with what befel In that drear prison - house . - His eye must grow More dark with thought , more earnest his fair brow , More high his heart in youthful ...
Pagina 77
... tell My trusting soul that she could fade to die ! Yet , ere she parted , I had mark'd a change , -But it breath'd hope - ' twas beautiful , though strange : Something of gladness in the melody Of her low voice , and in her words a ...
... tell My trusting soul that she could fade to die ! Yet , ere she parted , I had mark'd a change , -But it breath'd hope - ' twas beautiful , though strange : Something of gladness in the melody Of her low voice , and in her words a ...
Pagina 83
... tell- Friend tells not such to friend - the thoughts which rent My fainting spirit , when its wild farewell Across the billows to thy grave was sent , Thou , there most lonely ! -He that sits above , In his calm glory , will forgive the ...
... tell- Friend tells not such to friend - the thoughts which rent My fainting spirit , when its wild farewell Across the billows to thy grave was sent , Thou , there most lonely ! -He that sits above , In his calm glory , will forgive the ...
Pagina 95
... fore- telling by its varied and intelligible sounds every approaching change , not only of the weather but of the wind . " - Memoirs of an American Lady , vol . i . p . 143 . Note 13 , page 54 , lines 5 and 6 NOTES . 95.
... fore- telling by its varied and intelligible sounds every approaching change , not only of the weather but of the wind . " - Memoirs of an American Lady , vol . i . p . 143 . Note 13 , page 54 , lines 5 and 6 NOTES . 95.
Pagina 122
... Thou hast left thy track in blood ! On the earth and on the sea , There are those will speak of thee ! ' Tis enough - the war - gods call— There is mead in Odin's Hall ! " Regner ! tell thy fair - hair'd bride She 122 LAYS OF MANY LANDS.
... Thou hast left thy track in blood ! On the earth and on the sea , There are those will speak of thee ! ' Tis enough - the war - gods call— There is mead in Odin's Hall ! " Regner ! tell thy fair - hair'd bride She 122 LAYS OF MANY LANDS.
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The Forest Sanctuary: And Other Poems Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans,Mrs. Hemans Volledige weergave - 1825 |
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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.