The Poetical Works of Mrs. Felicia Hemans, Bind 2Evert Duyckinck, 1828 |
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Side 11
... nights too bright for sleep , Soft , solemn , holy - We were on our way Unto the mighty Cordillera - land , With men ... night - th ' in- tense Dark blue - the burning stars ! -I saw thee shine Once more , in thy serene magnificence , O ...
... nights too bright for sleep , Soft , solemn , holy - We were on our way Unto the mighty Cordillera - land , With men ... night - th ' in- tense Dark blue - the burning stars ! -I saw thee shine Once more , in thy serene magnificence , O ...
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... night , Some voice of all the lost ones and the true , Would speak , and say , if in their far repose , We are yet aught of what we were to those We call the dead ! -their passionate adieu , Was it but breath , to perish ! -Holier trust ...
... night , Some voice of all the lost ones and the true , Would speak , and say , if in their far repose , We are yet aught of what we were to those We call the dead ! -their passionate adieu , Was it but breath , to perish ! -Holier trust ...
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... night : I look forth on the stars - the shadowy sleep Of forests - and the lake , whose gloomy deep Sends up red sparkles to the fire - flies ' light . A lonely world ! -ev'n fearful to man's thought , But for His presence felt , whom ...
... night : I look forth on the stars - the shadowy sleep Of forests - and the lake , whose gloomy deep Sends up red sparkles to the fire - flies ' light . A lonely world ! -ev'n fearful to man's thought , But for His presence felt , whom ...
Side 25
... night , in different seasons , the Cross of the South is erect or inclined . It is a time - peace 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 ...
... night , in different seasons , the Cross of the South is erect or inclined . It is a time - peace 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 ...
Side 26
... night , might not be committed to the waves until after sun- rise , in order to pay it the last rites according to the usage of the Romish church . Note 19 , page 15 , vol . 2 , line 18 . Oh art thou not where there is no more sea ...
... night , might not be committed to the waves until after sun- rise , in order to pay it the last rites according to the usage of the Romish church . Note 19 , page 15 , vol . 2 , line 18 . Oh art thou not where there is no more sea ...
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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.