The forest sanctuary, and other poems; Records of woman, with other poemsHilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins, 1827 |
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... before no tempest bowing , Hath shrunk and died , those serpent - folds among . Alas ! alas ! -- what is it that I see ? An image of man's mind , land of my sires , with thee ! XII . Yet art thou lovely ! -Song is on 8 THE FOREST SANCTUARY ...
... before no tempest bowing , Hath shrunk and died , those serpent - folds among . Alas ! alas ! -- what is it that I see ? An image of man's mind , land of my sires , with thee ! XII . Yet art thou lovely ! -Song is on 8 THE FOREST SANCTUARY ...
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Mrs. Hemans Andrews Norton. XII . Yet art thou lovely ! -Song is on thy hills- Oh sweet and mournful melodies of Spain , That lull'd my boyhood , how your memory thrills The exile's heart with sudden - wakening pain ! — Your sounds are ...
Mrs. Hemans Andrews Norton. XII . Yet art thou lovely ! -Song is on thy hills- Oh sweet and mournful melodies of Spain , That lull'd my boyhood , how your memory thrills The exile's heart with sudden - wakening pain ! — Your sounds are ...
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... thou wert nigh , Thy hand was stretch'd to fainting agony , Even in the portals of th ' unquiet grave ! O thou that art the life ! and yet didst bear Too much of mortal woe to turn from mortal prayer ! LXXXV . But was it not a thing to ...
... thou wert nigh , Thy hand was stretch'd to fainting agony , Even in the portals of th ' unquiet grave ! O thou that art the life ! and yet didst bear Too much of mortal woe to turn from mortal prayer ! LXXXV . But was it not a thing to ...
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... smiles , which yet , though sweet , Seem'd on my soul all mournfully to shine , And ask a happier heritage for thee , Than but in turn the blight of human hope to see . XCII . Now sport , for thou art free - 48 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
... smiles , which yet , though sweet , Seem'd on my soul all mournfully to shine , And ask a happier heritage for thee , Than but in turn the blight of human hope to see . XCII . Now sport , for thou art free - 48 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
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... thou art free ! Yes , on that day I took thee to my heart , And inly vow'd ... Thou hast a rich world round thee : -Mighty shades Weaving their gorgeous ... thou , by fount and forest - murmur led To worship , thou art blest ! -to thee is ...
... thou art free ! Yes , on that day I took thee to my heart , And inly vow'd ... Thou hast a rich world round thee : -Mighty shades Weaving their gorgeous ... thou , by fount and forest - murmur led To worship , thou art blest ! -to thee is ...
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ARABELLA STUART art thou beautiful beneath blue stream bosom breast breath breeze bright bright land brow cheek child close and true dark dead death deep didst dream dwell earth Ev'n faded faint fair fair brow farewell father fear fled floating flowers forest fount gathering film gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glow grave green grief hair hath hear heart heaven holy hour hush'd JOANNA BAILLIE leave light lips lone look'd lov'd lyre MADAME DE STAËL midst mine-a mother mournful night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer proud reckless play rose round seem'd shade shadow shining shore silent sleep smile soft solemn song soul sound spirit stood storm stream strong sunny sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thou wert thought tomb tone Twas unto voice wandering wave weep whisper wild wind woman's woods young youth