Works: With a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her Genius, Bind 6Sea & Blanchard, 1842 |
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... lone forest - bird ' midst ocean's foam ; For me the silver cords of brotherhood Were early loosed ; the voices from my home Pass'd one by one , and Melody and Mirth Left me a dreamer by a silent hearth . But with the fulness of a heart ...
... lone forest - bird ' midst ocean's foam ; For me the silver cords of brotherhood Were early loosed ; the voices from my home Pass'd one by one , and Melody and Mirth Left me a dreamer by a silent hearth . But with the fulness of a heart ...
Side 15
... lone domains Peopled with beauty , which may never still Our weary thirst of soul ? -Cold , weak and cold , Is Earth's vain language , piercing not one fold Of our deep being ! -Oh , for gifts more high ! For a seer's glance to rend ...
... lone domains Peopled with beauty , which may never still Our weary thirst of soul ? -Cold , weak and cold , Is Earth's vain language , piercing not one fold Of our deep being ! -Oh , for gifts more high ! For a seer's glance to rend ...
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... lone devotedness was cast ! I might not keep one vigil by his side , 17 I , whose wrung heart watch'd with him to the last ! I might not once his fainting head sustain , Nor bathe his parch'd lips in the hour of pain , Nor say to him ...
... lone devotedness was cast ! I might not keep one vigil by his side , 17 I , whose wrung heart watch'd with him to the last ! I might not once his fainting head sustain , Nor bathe his parch'd lips in the hour of pain , Nor say to him ...
Side 18
... lone star , Now burning o'er yon western hill afar , And under its clear light there lies a spot , Which well might utter forth - Believe it not ! I sat beneath that planet , —I had wept My woe to stillness ; every night - wind slept ...
... lone star , Now burning o'er yon western hill afar , And under its clear light there lies a spot , Which well might utter forth - Believe it not ! I sat beneath that planet , —I had wept My woe to stillness ; every night - wind slept ...
Side 36
... lone ! Oh ! if thy buried love make no reply , What voice has Earth ? —Hear , pity , speak , mine own ! Answer me , answer me ! THE CHAMOIS HUNTER'S LOVE . For all his wildness and proud fantasies , I love him ! CROLY . THY heart is in ...
... lone ! Oh ! if thy buried love make no reply , What voice has Earth ? —Hear , pity , speak , mine own ! Answer me , answer me ! THE CHAMOIS HUNTER'S LOVE . For all his wildness and proud fantasies , I love him ! CROLY . THY heart is in ...
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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?