Records of Woman: And Other PoemsW. Blackwood, 1853 - 276 sider |
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... strain , Till her heart's deep well - spring is 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 ...
... strain , Till her heart's deep well - spring is 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 ...
Side 14
... go ! Lips , that have lulled me with your strain ! Eyes , that have watched my sleep ! Will earth give love like yours again ? — Sweet mother ! let me weep ! THE BRIDE OF THE GREEK ISLE And like a slight 14 RECORDS OF WOMAN.
... go ! Lips , that have lulled me with your strain ! Eyes , that have watched my sleep ! Will earth give love like yours again ? — Sweet mother ! let me weep ! THE BRIDE OF THE GREEK ISLE And like a slight 14 RECORDS OF WOMAN.
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... strain , But where thine earthly smile hath dwelt Our hearts shall thirst in vain . " Dim will our cabin be , and lone , When thou , its light , art fled ; Yet hath thy step the pathway shown Unto the happy dead . " And we will follow ...
... strain , But where thine earthly smile hath dwelt Our hearts shall thirst in vain . " Dim will our cabin be , and lone , When thou , its light , art fled ; Yet hath thy step the pathway shown Unto the happy dead . " And we will follow ...
Side 53
... strain Sent a fitful gust o'er her soul again ; And starting , as if from a dream , she cried- " Give him proud burial at my side ! There , by yon lake , where the palm - boughs wave , When the temples are fallen , make there our grave ...
... strain Sent a fitful gust o'er her soul again ; And starting , as if from a dream , she cried- " Give him proud burial at my side ! There , by yon lake , where the palm - boughs wave , When the temples are fallen , make there our grave ...
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... heart , And lifted her sweet voice , that rose awhile Above the sound of waters , high and clear , Wafting a wild proud strain - a song of death . ! INDIAN WOMAN'S DEATH - SONG 59 " Roll swiftly to Indian Woman's Death-Song,
... heart , And lifted her sweet voice , that rose awhile Above the sound of waters , high and clear , Wafting a wild proud strain - a song of death . ! INDIAN WOMAN'S DEATH - SONG 59 " Roll swiftly to Indian Woman's Death-Song,
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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.