The forest sanctuary, and other poems; Records of woman, with other poemsHilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins, 1827 |
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... thee to the wilds ? He hath brought marks of torture and the chain , Traces of things which pass not as a breeze , A blighted name , dark thoughts , wrath , woe - thy gifts are these . VI . A blighted name ! -I hear the winds THE FOREST ...
... thee to the wilds ? He hath brought marks of torture and the chain , Traces of things which pass not as a breeze , A blighted name , dark thoughts , wrath , woe - thy gifts are these . VI . A blighted name ! -I hear the winds THE FOREST ...
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... thee ? XXIII . On thee ! with whom in boyhood I had play'd , At the grape - gatherings , by my native streams ; And to whose eye my youthful soul had laid Bare , as to Heaven's , its glowing world of dreams ; And by whose side ' midst ...
... thee ? XXIII . On thee ! with whom in boyhood I had play'd , At the grape - gatherings , by my native streams ; And to whose eye my youthful soul had laid Bare , as to Heaven's , its glowing world of dreams ; And by whose side ' midst ...
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... thee , Like those that made their hearts thy sacrifice , The call'd of yore ; wont by the Saviour's side , On the dim Olive - Mount to pray at eventide . XXVII . For the strong spirit will at times awake , Piercing the mists that wrap ...
... thee , Like those that made their hearts thy sacrifice , The call'd of yore ; wont by the Saviour's side , On the dim Olive - Mount to pray at eventide . XXVII . For the strong spirit will at times awake , Piercing the mists that wrap ...
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... thee to the source of truth , Where thy glad soul from earth was purified ; Nor wouldst thou , following him through all the past , That he should see thy step grow tremulous at last . XXXIX . For thou hadst made no deeper love a guest ...
... thee to the source of truth , Where thy glad soul from earth was purified ; Nor wouldst thou , following him through all the past , That he should see thy step grow tremulous at last . XXXIX . For thou hadst made no deeper love a guest ...
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Mrs. Hemans Andrews Norton. XL . But thee that breath had touch'd not ; thee , nor him , The true in all things found ! -- and thou wert blest Ev'n then , that no remember'd change could dim The perfect image of affection , press'd Like ...
Mrs. Hemans Andrews Norton. XL . But thee that breath had touch'd not ; thee , nor him , The true in all things found ! -- and thou wert blest Ev'n then , that no remember'd change could dim The perfect image of affection , press'd Like ...
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art thou beautiful beneath blue streams bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land Bright waves brow cheek child dark dead death deep dreams dust dwell earth Eudora Ev'n faded faint fair fair brow farewell fear fled floating flowers forest fount gathering film gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glow grave green grief hair hath heart Heaven holy hour hush'd JOANNA BAILLIE joyous Lake of Lucerne land leave light lips lone look'd lov'd lyre midst mine-a mirth mother mournful night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer rest RHEIMS rose round seem'd shade shadow shining shining band shore silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood storm stream strong sunny sweet tears thee thine thou art Thou hast thou wert thought tomb tone Twas unto voice wave weep wild wind woman woods young youth
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Side 225 - Ye of the rose-cheek and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly, With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay, Come forth to the sunshine, I may not stay...
Side 89 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Side 221 - CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light fades away ; Mother, with thine earnest eye, Ever following silently ; Father, by the breeze of eve Call'd thy harvest work to leave — Pray : ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the knee...
Side 222 - Traveller, in the stranger's land Far from thine own household band ; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone ; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath not leave to dwell ; Sailor, on the darkening sea — Lift the heart and bend the knee...
Side 95 - And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight, than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.
Side 227 - Nought looks the same, save the nest we made!" Sad is your tale of the beautiful earth, Birds that o'ersweep it in power and mirth ! Yet through the wastes of the trackless air Ye have a guide, and shall we despair? Ye over desert and deep have pass'd — So may we reach our bright home at last ! THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD.
Side 226 - And what have ye found in the monarch's dome, Since last ye traversed the blue sea's foam? — " We have found a change, we have found a pall, And a gloom o'ershadowing the banquet's hall, And a mark on the floor as of life-drops spilt — Nought looks the same, save the nest we built!
Side 227 - midst the blooms of the morn may dwell, I tarry no longer — farewell, farewell ! The summer is coming, on soft winds borne, Ye may press the grape, ye may bind the corn '. For me, I depart to a brighter shore, Ye are mark'd by care, ye are mine no more. I go where the loved who have left you dwell, And the flowers are not Death's — fare ye well, farewell ! THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS.
Side 147 - Banners of battle o'er him hung, And warriors slept beneath, And light, as noon's broad light was flung On the settled face of death. On the settled face of death A strong and ruddy glare, Though...
Side 218 - The mountain-storms rise high In the snowy Pyrenees, And toss the pine-boughs through the sky, Like rose-leaves on the breeze. But let the storm rage on ! Let the fresh wreaths be shed ! • For the Roncesvalles' field is won, — There slumber England's dead.