The Complete Works ...D. Appleton, 1853 |
Vanuit het boek
Resultaten 1-5 van 100
Pagina 5
... o'er the Sea , 407 Night Hymn at Sea , The Invocation , ib . The Song of Hope , The Bird at Sea , ib . Hymn of the Traveller's Household , 488 The Painter's Last Work , Mother's Litany by the Sickbed of 408 FEMALE CHARACTERS OF ...
... o'er the Sea , 407 Night Hymn at Sea , The Invocation , ib . The Song of Hope , The Bird at Sea , ib . Hymn of the Traveller's Household , 488 The Painter's Last Work , Mother's Litany by the Sickbed of 408 FEMALE CHARACTERS OF ...
Pagina 11
... O'er the bow'd neck of prostrate Sicily , Hath borne him to dominion ; he , my king , Charles of Anjou , decrees thy hand the boon My deeds have well deserved ; and who hath power Against his mandates ? Vit . Viceroy , tell thy lord ...
... O'er the bow'd neck of prostrate Sicily , Hath borne him to dominion ; he , my king , Charles of Anjou , decrees thy hand the boon My deeds have well deserved ; and who hath power Against his mandates ? Vit . Viceroy , tell thy lord ...
Pagina 13
... o'er that mysterious world , a mind To ruin struck by grief ! -Yet doth my soul , Far ' midst its darkness , nurse one soaring hope , Wherein is bright vitality .- " Tis to see His blood avenged , and his fair heritage , My beautiful ...
... o'er that mysterious world , a mind To ruin struck by grief ! -Yet doth my soul , Far ' midst its darkness , nurse one soaring hope , Wherein is bright vitality .- " Tis to see His blood avenged , and his fair heritage , My beautiful ...
Pagina 48
... O'er its dark orb . - Speak ! I adjure thee , say , How hath this work been wrought ? Peace ! ask me not ! Vit . Why shouldst thou hear a tale to send thy blood Back on its fount ? -We cannot wake them now ! The storm is in my soul ...
... O'er its dark orb . - Speak ! I adjure thee , say , How hath this work been wrought ? Peace ! ask me not ! Vit . Why shouldst thou hear a tale to send thy blood Back on its fount ? -We cannot wake them now ! The storm is in my soul ...
Pagina 72
... o'er the death - bed of the brave , Send forth a hollow sigh . Now wave ye banners of many a fight ! As the fresh wind o'er you sweeps ; The wind and the banners fall hush'd as night , The Campeador - he sleeps ! Sound the battle - horn ...
... o'er the death - bed of the brave , Send forth a hollow sigh . Now wave ye banners of many a fight ! As the fresh wind o'er you sweeps ; The wind and the banners fall hush'd as night , The Campeador - he sleeps ! Sound the battle - horn ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
art thou beauty bird bless blue stream bowers breast breath breeze bright bright band brow child clouds Conradin dark dead death deep doth dreams dwell E'en earth faint fair farewell father fear flowers gaze gentle glad glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave grief harp hath heart heaven holy hope hour Joanna Baillie leaves light lone lyre midst Montalba mountain mountain bands mournful night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer PROCIDA proud Provençal Raim Raimond Rhine rich rill rose round scene seem'd shadow shed shine Sicilians Sicily silent sing skies sleep smile soft soft eyes solemn song soul sound spirit stars stranger's heart stream strong sunny sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought thrilling tomb tone Twas unto voice wandering wave weep whisper wild wind wings woods young
Populaire passages
Pagina 539 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Pagina 377 - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Pagina 262 - Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? Not there ; not there, my child.
Pagina 168 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Pagina 167 - 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.
Pagina 167 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth.
Pagina 167 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the 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.
Pagina 303 - A rose's brief, bright life of joy, Such unto him was given ; — Go ! thou must play alone, my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven.
Pagina 478 - For the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers...
Pagina 137 - Through shade and sunny gleam; And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream. The merry homes of England! Around their hearths by night, What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told, Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old.