The Poetical Works of Mrs. Felicia HemansPhillips, Sampson & Company, 1850 - 394 páginas |
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... wild ivy shadows Virgil's tomb ; Or ye , whose voice , by Sorga's lonely wave , Swell'd the deep echoes of the fountain's cave , Or thrill'd the soul in Tasso's numbers high , Those ( 19 ) The Restoration of the Works of Art to Italy,
... wild ivy shadows Virgil's tomb ; Or ye , whose voice , by Sorga's lonely wave , Swell'd the deep echoes of the fountain's cave , Or thrill'd the soul in Tasso's numbers high , Those ( 19 ) The Restoration of the Works of Art to Italy,
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... whose shel'tring branches wave O'er the low mounds , the altars of the brave ; Pause o'er each warrior's grass - grown bed , and hear In every breeze some name to glory dear ; And as the shades of twilight close around , With ( 21 )
... whose shel'tring branches wave O'er the low mounds , the altars of the brave ; Pause o'er each warrior's grass - grown bed , and hear In every breeze some name to glory dear ; And as the shades of twilight close around , With ( 21 )
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... long fled those years of martial fame , That shed romantic lustre o'er thy name ; Though to the winds thy streamers idly play , And the wild waves another Queen obey ; Though quench'd the spirit of thine ancient race , And ( 26 )
... long fled those years of martial fame , That shed romantic lustre o'er thy name ; Though to the winds thy streamers idly play , And the wild waves another Queen obey ; Though quench'd the spirit of thine ancient race , And ( 26 )
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... waves of time , Towering o'er earth majestic and alone , Fortress of power · has flourish'd and is gone ! And they , from clime to clime by conquest borne , Each fleeting triumph destined to adorn , They that of powers and kingdoms lost ...
... waves of time , Towering o'er earth majestic and alone , Fortress of power · has flourish'd and is gone ! And they , from clime to clime by conquest borne , Each fleeting triumph destined to adorn , They that of powers and kingdoms lost ...
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... waves , on each illustrious hill , Genius and Taste shall love to wander still , For there has Art survived an empire's doom , And rear'd her throne o'er Latium's trophied tomb ; She from the dust recalls the brave and free , Peopling ...
... waves , on each illustrious hill , Genius and Taste shall love to wander still , For there has Art survived an empire's doom , And rear'd her throne o'er Latium's trophied tomb ; She from the dust recalls the brave and free , Peopling ...
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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.