The Poetical Work of Mrs. Felicia Hemans, Bind 2Evert Duyckinck, 1828 |
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... pass'd , Which there had left so tenderly its trace ? Yet a dim awfulness was on the brow- No ! not like sleep to look upon art Thou , Death , death ! -she lay , a thing for earth's embrace , To cover with spring - wreaths . - For ...
... pass'd , Which there had left so tenderly its trace ? Yet a dim awfulness was on the brow- No ! not like sleep to look upon art Thou , Death , death ! -she lay , a thing for earth's embrace , To cover with spring - wreaths . - For ...
Side 32
... pass'd away ! It hath pass'd away like a summer breeze , When it leaves the hills for the far blue seas , Where we may not trace its way . Go forth , and like her be free ! With thy radiant wing , and thy glancing eye , Thou hast all ...
... pass'd away ! It hath pass'd away like a summer breeze , When it leaves the hills for the far blue seas , Where we may not trace its way . Go forth , and like her be free ! With thy radiant wing , and thy glancing eye , Thou hast all ...
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... pass'd , - Through the forest of Odin , the dim and old , The dark place of visions and legends , told By the fires of Northern pine . The fir - trees rock'd , and the frozen ground . Gave back to his footstep a hollow sound ; And it ...
... pass'd , - Through the forest of Odin , the dim and old , The dark place of visions and legends , told By the fires of Northern pine . The fir - trees rock'd , and the frozen ground . Gave back to his footstep a hollow sound ; And it ...
Side 41
... pass'd ! They saw the princely crest , They saw the knightly spear , The banner and the mail - clad breast Borne down , and trampled here ! They saw - and glorying there they stand , Eternal records to the land ! 42 LAYS OF MANY LANDS ...
... pass'd ! They saw the princely crest , They saw the knightly spear , The banner and the mail - clad breast Borne down , and trampled here ! They saw - and glorying there they stand , Eternal records to the land ! 42 LAYS OF MANY LANDS ...
Side 44
... pass'd alone ; We hear not her voice when the woods are still , From the bower where it sang like a silvery rill . The joy of her sire with her smile hath fled , The winter is white on his lonely head , He hath none by his side when the ...
... pass'd alone ; We hear not her voice when the woods are still , From the bower where it sang like a silvery rill . The joy of her sire with her smile hath fled , The winter is white on his lonely head , He hath none by his side when the ...
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Ali Pacha art thou banners beauty beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blue blue streams bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land brow call'd cheek child dark dead death deep dreams dust dwell earth Eolian ev'n fade fair falchion farewell father flowers forest fount gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave green hath hear heard heart Heaven holy hour joyous Lake of Lucerne land leaves light lone look look'd lyre midst mirth mother mournful night o'er Odin Oronoco pale pass'd pines pour'd rest rills Rio verde rocks round Sea-king seem'd shades shadow shining shore silent sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound spear spirit stars stranger's heart streams sunny sweet sword tears thee Theseus thine thou art Thou hast thought tomb tone tree trumpet unto voice wave weep wert wild wind woods wouldst young
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Side 135 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Side 115 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Side 86 - I COME, I come! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song; Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose .stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves opening as I pass.
Side 111 - 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 88 - 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. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came; Not with the roll of 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.
Side 194 - 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 84 - England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave '• Are not the rocks their funeral piles, The seas and shores their grave ' Go, stranger ! track the deep, Free, free the white sail spread Wave may not foam, nor wild wind sweep, Where rest not England's dead.
Side 137 - Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone — nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Side 194 - Not there, not there, my child! " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair, — Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom ; Far beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb — It is there, it is there, my child !
Side 68 - Yet more ! the billows and the depths have more ! High hearts and brave are gathered to thy breast ! They hear not now the booming waters roar, The battle-thunders will not break their rest. Keep thy red gold and gems, thou stormy grave...