Works: With a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her Genius, Bind 6Sea & Blanchard, 1842 |
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Side 20
... left ? - A faded world , of glory's hues bereft , A void , a chain ! -I dwell ' midst throngs , apart , In the cold silence of the stranger's heart ; A SPIRIT'S RETURN . 21 A fix'd , immortal shadow 20 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
... left ? - A faded world , of glory's hues bereft , A void , a chain ! -I dwell ' midst throngs , apart , In the cold silence of the stranger's heart ; A SPIRIT'S RETURN . 21 A fix'd , immortal shadow 20 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
Side 21
... midst the rocks , yet greets The sea at last ; and the wing'd flower - seed meets A soil to rest in shall not I , too , be , My spirit - love ! upborne to dwell with thee ? . Yes ! by the power whose conquering anguish stirr'd.
... midst the rocks , yet greets The sea at last ; and the wing'd flower - seed meets A soil to rest in shall not I , too , be , My spirit - love ! upborne to dwell with thee ? . Yes ! by the power whose conquering anguish stirr'd.
Side 38
... dwell ; Yet , yet I would not change that lot , -oh no ! I love too well ! A mournful thing is love which grows to one so wild as thou , With that bright restlessness of eye , that tameless fire of brow ! Mournful ! -but dearer far I ...
... dwell ; Yet , yet I would not change that lot , -oh no ! I love too well ! A mournful thing is love which grows to one so wild as thou , With that bright restlessness of eye , that tameless fire of brow ! Mournful ! -but dearer far I ...
Side 40
... , alone , before . ” " But who shall teach the flowers , Which our children loved , to dwell In a soil that is not ours ? -Home , home and friends , farewell ! ” THE INDIAN WITH HIS CHILD . 41 THE INDIAN WITH 40 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
... , alone , before . ” " But who shall teach the flowers , Which our children loved , to dwell In a soil that is not ours ? -Home , home and friends , farewell ! ” THE INDIAN WITH HIS CHILD . 41 THE INDIAN WITH 40 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
Side 49
... of their task To suffer and to die ! Be strong ! I leave the living voice Of this , my martyr'd blood , With the thousand echoes of the hills , With the torrent's foaming flood , - VOL . VI . 5 49 A spirit ' midst the caves to dwell , A.
... of their task To suffer and to die ! Be strong ! I leave the living voice Of this , my martyr'd blood , With the thousand echoes of the hills , With the torrent's foaming flood , - VOL . VI . 5 49 A spirit ' midst the caves to dwell , A.
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ANCESTRAL SONG art thou Auvergne bear beauty BERNARDO DEL CARPIO bless'd blessing blue streams bower breast breath bright brother brow child childhood's clouds dark dead death deep dreams dwell e'en earth faint fair farewell fill'd flowers fount gaze gentle GIULIO REGONDI glad glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave grief hath haunted heaven holy hour JOANNA BAILLIE Leonora d'Este LICHFIELD CATHEDRAL light linger lone lyre MARGUERITE OF FRANCE midst mighty mingled mirth mountain mournful night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer proud Rhine rich rose seem'd shadow shed shore shrine silent sing skies sleep smile soft solemn song soul sound spirit stranger's heart stream strong sunny sunset tree sweet Tasso tears thee thine things Thou art Thou hast thought thrilling thy heart tomb tone unto voice wander wave weep wild wind wings
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Side 333 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade— I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's...
Side 122 - 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.
Side 141 - Not there; not there, my child.' Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies? Or '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.
Side 62 - Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire, Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed,— Thou canst not ? — and a king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head...
Side 78 - The better days of life were ours; The worst can be but mine; The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers, Shall never more be thine.
Side 60 - They might have chained him, as before that stony form he stood, For the power was stricken from his arm, and from his lip the blood. "Father!
Side 240 - Ah ! then if mine had been the painter's hand To express what then I saw, and add the gleam, The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream...
Side 172 - I IN these flowery meads would be : These crystal streams should solace me; To whose harmonious bubbling noise I with my angle would rejoice. Sit here, and see the turtle-dove Court his chaste mate to acts of love; Or on that bank, feel the west wind Breathe health and plenty; please my mind. To see sweet dewdrops kiss these flowers. And then...
Side 112 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Side 52 - Whispered my native streams ; " Hath the spirit nursed amidst hill and grove. Still revered its first high dreams?