Works: With a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her Genius, Bind 6Sea & Blanchard, 1842 |
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Side 55
... singing through the fretted stone ? I hear not thee ; and yet I feel thee near What is this bound that keeps thee from thine own ? Breathe it away ! I wait thee - I adjure thee ! hast thou known How I have loved thee ? couldst thou ...
... singing through the fretted stone ? I hear not thee ; and yet I feel thee near What is this bound that keeps thee from thine own ? Breathe it away ! I wait thee - I adjure thee ! hast thou known How I have loved thee ? couldst thou ...
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... sing , in German , so loud that the woods echoed the strain . There was something affecting in the singing of these ancient people , carrying one of their brethren to his last home , and using the language and rites which they had ...
... sing , in German , so loud that the woods echoed the strain . There was something affecting in the singing of these ancient people , carrying one of their brethren to his last home , and using the language and rites which they had ...
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... sing , Her soft , deep eyes look through my dreams , Tender and sadly sweet ; - Tell her my heart within me burns Once more that gaze to meet ! And tell our white - hair'd father , That in the paths he trode , The child he loved , the ...
... sing , Her soft , deep eyes look through my dreams , Tender and sadly sweet ; - Tell her my heart within me burns Once more that gaze to meet ! And tell our white - hair'd father , That in the paths he trode , The child he loved , the ...
Side 86
... singing birds . Till my heart dies , it dies away In yearnings for what might not stay ; For love which ne'er deceived my trust , For all which went with " dust to dust ! " What now is left me , but to raise From thee , lorn spot ! my ...
... singing birds . Till my heart dies , it dies away In yearnings for what might not stay ; For love which ne'er deceived my trust , For all which went with " dust to dust ! " What now is left me , but to raise From thee , lorn spot ! my ...
Side 131
... Sings where once the mass was heard ; Silent - save when breeze's moan Comes through flowers or fretted stone ; And the wild - rose waves around thee , And the long dark grass hath bound thee , -Sleep'st thou , as the swain might sleep ...
... Sings where once the mass was heard ; Silent - save when breeze's moan Comes through flowers or fretted stone ; And the wild - rose waves around thee , And the long dark grass hath bound thee , -Sleep'st thou , as the swain might sleep ...
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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?