Records of Woman, with Other PoemsWilliam Blackwood, 1828 - 320 sider |
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Side 6
... hearted , Blent the glad fulness of our thoughts that hour , Ev'n like the mingling of sweet streams , beneath Dim woven leaves , and midst the floating breath Of hidden forest flowers . II . ' Tis past ! -I wake , A 6 RECORDS OF WOMAN .
... hearted , Blent the glad fulness of our thoughts that hour , Ev'n like the mingling of sweet streams , beneath Dim woven leaves , and midst the floating breath Of hidden forest flowers . II . ' Tis past ! -I wake , A 6 RECORDS OF WOMAN .
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... stream , away , My silent youth flows from me . Spring , the while , Comes and rains beauty on the kindling boughs Round hall and hamlet ; Summer , with her smile , Fills the green forest ; -young hearts breathe their VOWS ; Brothers ...
... stream , away , My silent youth flows from me . Spring , the while , Comes and rains beauty on the kindling boughs Round hall and hamlet ; Summer , with her smile , Fills the green forest ; -young hearts breathe their VOWS ; Brothers ...
Side 14
... stream , -the green , the free , The full of all sweet sound , -the shut from me ! IX . There went a swift bird singing past my cell- O Love and Freedom ! ye are lovely things ! With you the peasant on the hills may dwell , And by the ...
... stream , -the green , the free , The full of all sweet sound , -the shut from me ! IX . There went a swift bird singing past my cell- O Love and Freedom ! ye are lovely things ! With you the peasant on the hills may dwell , And by the ...
Side 22
... stream Of the soul sent up o'er its fervid beam . She look'd on the vine at her father's door , Like one that is leaving his native shore ; She hung o'er the myrtle once call'd her own , As it greenly wav'd by the threshold stone ; She ...
... stream Of the soul sent up o'er its fervid beam . She look'd on the vine at her father's door , Like one that is leaving his native shore ; She hung o'er the myrtle once call'd her own , As it greenly wav'd by the threshold stone ; She ...
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... dim o'er fount and bower . Yes , thou and I , by stream , by shore , In song , in prayer , in sleep , Have been as we may be no more— Kind sister , let me weep ! I leave thee , father ! Eve's bright moon Must 24 RECORDS OF WOMAN .
... dim o'er fount and bower . Yes , thou and I , by stream , by shore , In song , in prayer , in sleep , Have been as we may be no more— Kind sister , let me weep ! I leave thee , father ! Eve's bright moon Must 24 RECORDS OF WOMAN .
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ARABELLA STUART art thou beautiful beneath bird bosom bow'd breast breath breeze bright bright land brightly brow cheek child Childe Harold dark dead death deep dream dust dwell earth Eudora Ev'n fair fear floating flowers fount gaze gentle glad glance gleam gloom glow gone grave green grief hair hath haunted heart heaven holy hour human voice hush'd JOANNA BAILLIE joyous leaves light lip's lips lone look'd lov'd lyre MADAME DE STAEL mantle midst mother mournful murmur night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer press'd proud RHEIMS rose round Seem'd shade shadow silent silvery sleep smile soft solemn song soul sound spirit stood stream strong sunny sweet sword tears tender thee thine things thou art Thou hast thou wert Thou'rt thought thro tomb tone Twas unto voice wandering wave weep whisper wild wind woman's woods young youth
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Side 261 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Side 170 - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves, And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves.
Side 262 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; — They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free!
Side 243 - Ye clouds that gorgeously repose around the setting sun, Answer ! have ye a home for those whose earthly race is run ? — The bright clouds answered, " We depart, we vanish from the sky ; Ask what is deathless in thy heart for that which cannot die.
Side 169 - THE stately homes of England, How beautiful they stand, Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land ! The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Side 163 - Thou hast left sorrow in thy song, A voice not loud, but deep ! The glorious bowers of earth among, How often didst thou weep ! Where couldst thou fix on mortal ground Thy tender thoughts and high ?— Now peace the woman's heart hath found, And joy the poet's eye.
Side 263 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God.
Side 56 - HER hands were clasp'd, her dark eyes raised, The breeze threw back her hair; Up to the fearful wheel she gazed — All that she loved was there. The night was round her clear and cold, The holy heaven above, Its pale stars watching to behold The might of earthly love.
Side 58 - And thou, mine honour'd love and true, Bear on, bear nobly on We have the blessed heaven in view, Whose rest shall soon be won.
Side 300 - One midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream, is laid ; The Indian knows his place of rest Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one ; He lies where pearls lie deep; He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.