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Pagina 3
... Woods , 105 The Chamois Hunter's Love , 207 The Indian City , 110 The Indian with his Dead Child , 208 The Peasant Girl of the Rhone , 115 Song of Emigration , 209 Indian Woman's Death - Song , 117 The King of Arragon's Lament for Joan ...
... Woods , 105 The Chamois Hunter's Love , 207 The Indian City , 110 The Indian with his Dead Child , 208 The Peasant Girl of the Rhone , 115 Song of Emigration , 209 Indian Woman's Death - Song , 117 The King of Arragon's Lament for Joan ...
Pagina 8
... woods , as in those days Of which thou'rt wont to tell the joyous tale ? 1st Pea . When there are light and reckless hearts once more In Sicily's green vales . Alas ! my boy , Men meet not now to quaff the flowing bowl , To hear the ...
... woods , as in those days Of which thou'rt wont to tell the joyous tale ? 1st Pea . When there are light and reckless hearts once more In Sicily's green vales . Alas ! my boy , Men meet not now to quaff the flowing bowl , To hear the ...
Pagina 20
... Woods . PROCIDA , VITTORIA . Pro . Thy vassals are prepared then ? Vit . Thy summons to their task . Pro . Yes , they wait Keep the flame bright , But hidden till this hour .-- Would'st thou dare , lady , To join our counsels at the ...
... Woods . PROCIDA , VITTORIA . Pro . Thy vassals are prepared then ? Vit . Thy summons to their task . Pro . Yes , they wait Keep the flame bright , But hidden till this hour .-- Would'st thou dare , lady , To join our counsels at the ...
Pagina 21
... woods , but I have visited Its tangled shades . Pro . 21 At midnight then , we meet . [ Exit PROCIDA . Vit . Why should I fear ? -Thou wilt be with me , thou Th ' immortal dream and shadow of my soul , Spirit of him I love ! that meet ...
... woods , but I have visited Its tangled shades . Pro . 21 At midnight then , we meet . [ Exit PROCIDA . Vit . Why should I fear ? -Thou wilt be with me , thou Th ' immortal dream and shadow of my soul , Spirit of him I love ! that meet ...
Pagina 50
... woods again , for there , perchance , Still may thy voice be in my twilight - paths ; -Here I but meet despair ! Ans . ( to CONSTANCE . ) Despair not thou , My daughter ! -He that purifies the heart With grief will lend it strength ...
... woods again , for there , perchance , Still may thy voice be in my twilight - paths ; -Here I but meet despair ! Ans . ( to CONSTANCE . ) Despair not thou , My daughter ! -He that purifies the heart With grief will lend it strength ...
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.