The Poetical Works of Mrs. Felicia Hemans, Bind 2Evert Duyckinck, 1828 |
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... · 176 178 Woman on the Field of Battle 179 Man and Woman 181 Owain Glyndwr's War Song 183 Lines on the Tomb of Madam Langhans 184 Madeline 185 Wings of the Dove : 188 viii CONTENTS . Page The Voice of Home 190 Ancient CONTENTS . vii.
... · 176 178 Woman on the Field of Battle 179 Man and Woman 181 Owain Glyndwr's War Song 183 Lines on the Tomb of Madam Langhans 184 Madeline 185 Wings of the Dove : 188 viii CONTENTS . Page The Voice of Home 190 Ancient CONTENTS . vii.
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... love , submissive tears , Vigils of anxious thought ; Prayers at the cross in fervour poured , Alms to the pilgrims given ; O happy , happier than thy lord In that lone path to heaven ! OWAIN GLYNDWR'S WAR SONG . SAW ye the blazing star.
... love , submissive tears , Vigils of anxious thought ; Prayers at the cross in fervour poured , Alms to the pilgrims given ; O happy , happier than thy lord In that lone path to heaven ! OWAIN GLYNDWR'S WAR SONG . SAW ye the blazing star.
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... Glyndwr's name . At the dead hour of night , Marked ye how each majestic height Burned in its awful beams ! Red shone th ' eternal snows , And all the land , as bright it rose , Was full ... GLYNDWR'S WAR SONG . 183 Owain Glyndwr's War Song.
... Glyndwr's name . At the dead hour of night , Marked ye how each majestic height Burned in its awful beams ! Red shone th ' eternal snows , And all the land , as bright it rose , Was full ... GLYNDWR'S WAR SONG . 183 Owain Glyndwr's War Song.
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... Glyndwr's path of light ! ON THE TOMB OF MADAME LANGHANS . " To a mysteriously consorted pair , This place is consecrate ; to death , and life , And to the best affections that procced From this conjunction . " Wordsworth . How many ...
... Glyndwr's path of light ! ON THE TOMB OF MADAME LANGHANS . " To a mysteriously consorted pair , This place is consecrate ; to death , and life , And to the best affections that procced From this conjunction . " Wordsworth . How many ...
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banners beauty beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blue blue streams bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land brow call'd child dark death deep dreams dust dwell earth Eolian ev'n fade fair falchion Fancy crown farewell father forest fount gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow Glyndwr's gone grave green hath heard heart Heaven hills holy hour hush'd joyous Lake of Lucerne land leaves light lone look look'd lyre midst mirth mother mountains mournful night o'er pale pass'd pines pour'd rest rills Rio Verde rocks round seem'd shades shadow shining shore silent sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound spear spirit stars stormy strain stranger's heart streams sunny sunny brow sweet sword tears thee thine thou art Thou hast thought tomb tone trumpet unto voice wake wakeful eye wave weep wert wild wind woods wouldst young
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Side 88 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free!
Side 89 - 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.
Side 85 - Traveller, in the stranger's land, Far from thine own household band ; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone ; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath, not leave to dwell ; Sailor, on the darkening sea — Lift the heart and bend the knee...
Side 68 - Give back the lost and lovely ! — those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long ! The prayer went up...
Side 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.
Side 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 ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Side 135 - Speak, father," once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 194 - 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. Is it far away in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, 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.