Works: With a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her Genius, Bind 6Sea & Blanchard, 1842 |
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... shed , When stars alone beheld the drooping head , Lone tears ! yet ofttimes burden'd with th ' excess Of our strange nature's quivering happiness . But , oh ! sweet Friend ! we dream not of love's might Till Death has robed with soft ...
... shed , When stars alone beheld the drooping head , Lone tears ! yet ofttimes burden'd with th ' excess Of our strange nature's quivering happiness . But , oh ! sweet Friend ! we dream not of love's might Till Death has robed with soft ...
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... shed By those rich hours , but wooes me to the Dead ! The only beautiful that change no more , The only loved ! -the dwellers on the shore Of spring fulfill'd ! - The Dead ! -whom call we so ? They that breathe purer air , that feel ...
... shed By those rich hours , but wooes me to the Dead ! The only beautiful that change no more , The only loved ! -the dwellers on the shore Of spring fulfill'd ! - The Dead ! -whom call we so ? They that breathe purer air , that feel ...
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... shed , Or the dust had stirr'd below ! Hark ! a swift step ! she hath caught its tone , Through the dash of the sea , through the wild wind's moan ; Is her lord return'd with his conquering bands ? No ! a breathless vassal before her ...
... shed , Or the dust had stirr'd below ! Hark ! a swift step ! she hath caught its tone , Through the dash of the sea , through the wild wind's moan ; Is her lord return'd with his conquering bands ? No ! a breathless vassal before her ...
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... shed ; Sisters were watching in many a home For the fetter'd footstep , no more to come ; Names in the prayer of that night were spoken , Whose claim unto kindred prayer was broken ; And the fire was heap'd , and the bright wine pour'd ...
... shed ; Sisters were watching in many a home For the fetter'd footstep , no more to come ; Names in the prayer of that night were spoken , Whose claim unto kindred prayer was broken ; And the fire was heap'd , and the bright wine pour'd ...
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... shed . Thickest there the spear - heads gleam'd , And the scatter'd plumage stream'd , And the broken shields were toss'd , And the shiver'd lances cross'd , And the mail - clad sleepers round Made the harvest of that ground . He was ...
... shed . Thickest there the spear - heads gleam'd , And the scatter'd plumage stream'd , And the broken shields were toss'd , And the shiver'd lances cross'd , And the mail - clad sleepers round Made the harvest of that ground . He was ...
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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?