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... bless'd , Proving my homage thus . Why , then , ' tis mine Vit . To rule the glorious fortunes of the day , And I may be content . Yet much remains For thought to brood on , and I would be left Alone with my resolves . Kind Eribert ...
... bless'd , Proving my homage thus . Why , then , ' tis mine Vit . To rule the glorious fortunes of the day , And I may be content . Yet much remains For thought to brood on , and I would be left Alone with my resolves . Kind Eribert ...
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... bless thy name , Shouldst thou betray us ! Raim . Father ! I can bear- Ay , proudly woo - the keenest questioning Of thy soul - gifted eye ; which almost seems To claim a part of Heaven's dread royalty , -The power that searches thought ...
... bless thy name , Shouldst thou betray us ! Raim . Father ! I can bear- Ay , proudly woo - the keenest questioning Of thy soul - gifted eye ; which almost seems To claim a part of Heaven's dread royalty , -The power that searches thought ...
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... past the chasms , Whose fathomless clefts , a moment's work , had given One burial unto thousands , rush to save Thy trembling Constance ! she who lives to bless 25 Thy generous love , that still the breath of Heaven.
... past the chasms , Whose fathomless clefts , a moment's work , had given One burial unto thousands , rush to save Thy trembling Constance ! she who lives to bless 25 Thy generous love , that still the breath of Heaven.
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... bless thee , father ! Good angels bear such comfort . Ans . I have found A safe asylum for thine honor'd love , Where she may dwell until serener days , With Saint Rosalia's gentlest daughters ; those Whose hallow'd office is to tend ...
... bless thee , father ! Good angels bear such comfort . Ans . I have found A safe asylum for thine honor'd love , Where she may dwell until serener days , With Saint Rosalia's gentlest daughters ; those Whose hallow'd office is to tend ...
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... bless the valor which hath won , For my last hour , the proud free solitude Wherewith my soul would gird itself . - Thy name ? Raim . " Twill be no music to thine ear , Montalba . Gaze - read it thus ! [ He lifts the visor of his helmet ...
... bless the valor which hath won , For my last hour , the proud free solitude Wherewith my soul would gird itself . - Thy name ? Raim . " Twill be no music to thine ear , Montalba . Gaze - read it thus ! [ He lifts the visor of his helmet ...
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art thou beauty bird bless blue stream bowers breast breath breeze bright bright band brow child clouds Conradin dark dead death deep doth dreams dwell E'en earth faint fair farewell father fear flowers gaze gentle glad glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave grief harp hath heart heaven holy hope hour Joanna Baillie leaves light lone lyre midst Montalba mountain mountain bands mournful night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer PROCIDA proud Provençal Raim Raimond Rhine rich rill rose round scene seem'd shadow shed shine Sicilians Sicily silent sing skies sleep smile soft soft eyes solemn song soul sound spirit stars stranger's heart stream strong sunny sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought thrilling tomb tone Twas unto voice wandering wave weep whisper wild wind wings woods young
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Página 539 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Página 377 - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Página 262 - Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? Not there ; not there, my child.
Página 168 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Página 167 - 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 167 - 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.
Página 167 - 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 303 - A rose's brief, bright life of joy, Such unto him was given ; — Go ! thou must play alone, my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven.
Página 478 - For the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers...
Página 137 - 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.