The Poetical Works of Mrs. Felicia HemansPhillips, Sampson & Company, 1850 - 394 páginas |
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... hath given the great and brave , Daystars of life , a birth , place , and a grave ; Home of the Arts ! where glory's faded smile , Sheds ling'ring light o'er many a mould'ring pile ; Proud wreck of vanish'd power , of splendor fled ...
... hath given the great and brave , Daystars of life , a birth , place , and a grave ; Home of the Arts ! where glory's faded smile , Sheds ling'ring light o'er many a mould'ring pile ; Proud wreck of vanish'd power , of splendor fled ...
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... hath been , Through the leaves , pouring its dark sultry blue Into your glowing hearts ; the bee to you Hath murmur'd , and the rill . My soul grows faint - With passionate yearning , as its quick dreams paint Your haunts by dell and ...
... hath been , Through the leaves , pouring its dark sultry blue Into your glowing hearts ; the bee to you Hath murmur'd , and the rill . My soul grows faint - With passionate yearning , as its quick dreams paint Your haunts by dell and ...
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... hath grown wild , And sinn'd in her despair ! It well may be , That Thou wouldst lead my spirit back to Thee , By the crush'd hope too long on this world pour'd , The stricken love which hath perchance adored A mortal in Thy place ! Now ...
... hath grown wild , And sinn'd in her despair ! It well may be , That Thou wouldst lead my spirit back to Thee , By the crush'd hope too long on this world pour'd , The stricken love which hath perchance adored A mortal in Thy place ! Now ...
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... Hath been thine exiled youth ; but now take back , From dying hands thy freedom , and retrack ( After a few kind tears for her whose days Went out in dreams of thee ) the sunny ways Of hope , and find thou happiness . Yet send ( 47 )
... Hath been thine exiled youth ; but now take back , From dying hands thy freedom , and retrack ( After a few kind tears for her whose days Went out in dreams of thee ) the sunny ways Of hope , and find thou happiness . Yet send ( 47 )
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... Hath been to me all gifts of earth above , Though bought with burning tears ! It is the sting Of death to leave that vainly - precious thing In this cold world ! What were it then , if thou , With thy fond eyes , wert gazing on me now ...
... Hath been to me all gifts of earth above , Though bought with burning tears ! It is the sting Of death to leave that vainly - precious thing In this cold world ! What were it then , if thou , With thy fond eyes , wert gazing on me now ...
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art thou beauty BERNARDO DEL CARPIO bird bless thee blue streams bosom bower breast breath breeze bright broken flower brow burning cheek Conradin dark DATURA ARBOREA dead death deep dreams dwell e'en earth fair falchion farewell Father fill'd flowers gaze glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave green hath heart heaven hills holy hope hour hues hush'd leaves life's light lone look'd lyre midst mighty mirth mournful night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer proud rich RIVER CLWYD rose round savannas scene shade shadow shed shore shrine silent SILVIO PELLICO skies SKY LARK sleep smile soft soft eyes solemn song soul sound spirit stars strain stream sunbeam sweet swell tears thine Thou art Thou hast thought tomb tone unto Visions divine voice wake wave wert whisper wild wind worlds unknown young
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Página 124 - 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.
Página 219 - 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!
Página 161 - Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" —And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Página 348 - Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies ! — Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main ; Earth claims not these again.
Página 114 - 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. The merry homes of England! Around their hearths by night What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told ; Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old.
Página 123 - 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.
Página 217 - Then, starting from the ground once more, he seized the monarch's rein, Amidst the pale and wildered looks of all the courtier train ; And, with a fierce, o'ermastering grasp, the rearing war-horse led, And sternly set them face to face, — the king before the dead...
Página 160 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.
Página 190 - Their course with mast and flag is done, There slumber 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.
Página 124 - 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.