The Poetical Work of Mrs. Felicia Hemans, Volume 2Evert Duyckinck, 1828 |
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... bound us ' midst the glassy main ; Ne'er was her step to bend earth's living flower again . L. Yes ! as if heaven upon the waves were sleeping , Vexing my soul with quiet , there they lay All moveless through their blue transparence ...
... bound us ' midst the glassy main ; Ne'er was her step to bend earth's living flower again . L. Yes ! as if heaven upon the waves were sleeping , Vexing my soul with quiet , there they lay All moveless through their blue transparence ...
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... bound , They hung o'er the dust of the far renown'd , Whom the bright Valkyriur's warning voice Had call'd to the banquet where gods rejoice , And the rich mead flows in light . With a beating heart his son drew near , And still rang ...
... bound , They hung o'er the dust of the far renown'd , Whom the bright Valkyriur's warning voice Had call'd to the banquet where gods rejoice , And the rich mead flows in light . With a beating heart his son drew near , And still rang ...
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... bound , Free as the chamois leaps : Teach them in song to bless the band Amidst whose mossy graves we stand ! If by the wood - fire's blaze , When winter - stars glean cold , The glorious tales of elder days May proudly yet be told , 1 ...
... bound , Free as the chamois leaps : Teach them in song to bless the band Amidst whose mossy graves we stand ! If by the wood - fire's blaze , When winter - stars glean cold , The glorious tales of elder days May proudly yet be told , 1 ...
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... bound the springing step , that seem'd on breezes borne , When to thy couch I came and said , — Wake , hunter , wake ! ' tis morn ! ' • Yet art thou lovely still , my flower ! untouch'd by slow decay , -And I , the wither'd stem ...
... bound the springing step , that seem'd on breezes borne , When to thy couch I came and said , — Wake , hunter , wake ! ' tis morn ! ' • Yet art thou lovely still , my flower ! untouch'd by slow decay , -And I , the wither'd stem ...
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... lost one hath not found ? -Yes ! we are one , oh ! trust me , we have met , Where naught again may part what love hath bound , Where falls no tear , and whispers no regret . There shalt thou find us , there with us be.
... lost one hath not found ? -Yes ! we are one , oh ! trust me , we have met , Where naught again may part what love hath bound , Where falls no tear , and whispers no regret . There shalt thou find us , there with us be.
Expressions et termes fréquents
Ali Pacha art thou banners beauty beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blue blue streams bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land brow call'd cheek child dark dead death deep dreams dust dwell earth Eolian ev'n fade fair falchion farewell father flowers forest fount gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave green hath hear heard heart Heaven holy hour joyous Lake of Lucerne land leaves light lone look look'd lyre midst mirth mother mournful night o'er Odin Oronoco pale pass'd pines pour'd rest rills Rio verde rocks round Sea-king seem'd shades shadow shining shore silent sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound spear spirit stars stranger's heart streams sunny sweet sword tears thee Theseus thine thou art Thou hast thought tomb tone tree trumpet unto voice wave weep wert wild wind woods wouldst young
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Page 135 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Page 115 - 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...
Page 86 - I COME, I come! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song; Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose .stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves opening as I pass.
Page 111 - 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. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Page 88 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed, 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. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came; Not with the roll of stirring drums And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come In silence and in fear, They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Page 194 - Not there, not there, my child." Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies, Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds, on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ? " Not there, not there, my child.
Page 84 - England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave '• Are not the rocks their funeral piles, The seas and shores their grave ' Go, stranger ! track the deep, Free, free the white sail spread Wave may not foam, nor wild wind sweep, Where rest not England's dead.
Page 137 - Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone — nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Page 194 - Not there, not there, my child! " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair, — Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom ; Far beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb — It is there, it is there, my child !
Page 68 - 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. Keep thy red gold and gems, thou stormy grave...