Records of Woman: And Other PoemsW. Blackwood, 1853 - 276 sider |
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... clear eye , Flashing out joy to mine . Yes , thou wert there , Seymour ! A soft wind blew the clustering hair Back from thy gallant brow , as thou didst rein Thy courser , turning from that gorgeous train , And fling , methought , thy ...
... clear eye , Flashing out joy to mine . Yes , thou wert there , Seymour ! A soft wind blew the clustering hair Back from thy gallant brow , as thou didst rein Thy courser , turning from that gorgeous train , And fling , methought , thy ...
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... clear as a flower which the light looks through ; And the glance of her dark resplendent eye , For the aspect of woman at times too high , Lay floating in mists , which the troubled stream Of the soul sent up o'er its fervid beam ...
... clear as a flower which the light looks through ; And the glance of her dark resplendent eye , For the aspect of woman at times too high , Lay floating in mists , which the troubled stream Of the soul sent up o'er its fervid beam ...
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... clear again ! She wept on her mother's faithful breast , Like a babe that sobs itself to rest ; She wept - yet laid her hand awhile In his that waited her dawning smile-- Her soul's affianced , nor cherished less For the gush of ...
... clear again ! She wept on her mother's faithful breast , Like a babe that sobs itself to rest ; She wept - yet laid her hand awhile In his that waited her dawning smile-- Her soul's affianced , nor cherished less For the gush of ...
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... clear sky . Citrons amidst their dark foliage glowed , Making a gleam round the lone abode ; Laurels o'erhung it , whose faintest shiver Scattered out rays like a glancing river ; Stars of the jasmine its pillars crowned , Vine -
... clear sky . Citrons amidst their dark foliage glowed , Making a gleam round the lone abode ; Laurels o'erhung it , whose faintest shiver Scattered out rays like a glancing river ; Stars of the jasmine its pillars crowned , Vine -
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... clear on that lurid glow ; There are shout , and signal - gun , and call , And the dashing of water - but fruitless all ! Man may not fetter , nor ocean tame The might and wrath of the rushing flame ! It hath twined the mast like a ...
... clear on that lurid glow ; There are shout , and signal - gun , and call , And the dashing of water - but fruitless all ! Man may not fetter , nor ocean tame The might and wrath of the rushing flame ! It hath twined the mast like a ...
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ARABELLA STUART art thou banners bard beauty bird blue bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright Bright waves brow CADER IDRIS Cambrian CASWALLON cheek child cloud crown dark dead death deep dream dwell earth fair farewell fear flowers foam gaze gentle glad glance gleam gloom glory glow GLYNDWR'S gone grave green grief Gwynedd hall harp hath haunted heart heaven hills holy hour hushed leaves light Llywarch Hen lone look lyre midst mother mournful murmur night o'er OWAIN CYFEILIOG pale passed planxty poured proud rill ringdove rock rose round shadow shining silent singing sleep smile Snowdon soft song soul sound spirit star stood storm strain stream sunny sweet swell sword tears thee thine thou art Thou hast thought thrill tomb tone Twas unto voice wandering warriors wave weep Welsh whisper wild winds woods young
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Side 149 - 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 148 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; 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 95 - 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 149 - From his nest by the white wave's foam ; And the rocking pines of the forest roared, — This was their welcome home ! There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim Land; 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 1 They sought a faith's pure...
Side 168 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight, — Where are those dreamers now ? 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.
Side 192 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Side 2 - In penury and pain too many a year, And, dying in despondency, bequeath To the kind world, which scarce will yield a tear A heritage enriching all who breathe With the wealth of a genuine poet's soul, And to...
Side 104 - Lay down my warlike banners here, Never again to wave, And bury my red sword and spear, Chiefs ! in my first-born's grave ! And leave me ! — I have conquered, I have slain : my work is done ! Whom have I slain ? Ye answer not — Thou too art mute, my son...
Side 2 - The time passed ; the waves were rising ; Arabella was not there; but in the distance he descried a vessel. Hiring a fisherman to take him on board...
Side 216 - HOW could Fancy crown with thee In ancient days the God of Wine, And bid thee at the banquet be Companion of the vine? Thy home, wild plant, is where each sound Of revelry hath long been o'er, Where song's full notes once peal'd around, But now are heard no more.