The Poetical Work of Mrs. Felicia Hemans, Հատոր 2Nathan Whiting, 1828 |
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Արդյունքներ 65–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... gone ! With the golden light of her wavy hair , She is gone to the fields of the viewless air ; She hath left her dwelling lone ! Her voice hath pass'd away ! It hath pass'd away like a summer breeze , When it leaves the hills for the ...
... gone ! With the golden light of her wavy hair , She is gone to the fields of the viewless air ; She hath left her dwelling lone ! Her voice hath pass'd away ! It hath pass'd away like a summer breeze , When it leaves the hills for the ...
Էջ 14
... gone from his head is the kingly crown , The crown from his head , and the spear from his hand , - They have chased him far from the glorious land Where the feast of the gods is spread ! " He must go forth alone on his phantom steed ...
... gone from his head is the kingly crown , The crown from his head , and the spear from his hand , - They have chased him far from the glorious land Where the feast of the gods is spread ! " He must go forth alone on his phantom steed ...
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... gone on a journey , and being in constant expectation of their return , look for them vainly among these foreign travel- lers . Picart's Ceremonies and Religious Customs . " J'ai passe moi - meme , " says Chateaubriand in his Souvenirs ...
... gone on a journey , and being in constant expectation of their return , look for them vainly among these foreign travel- lers . Picart's Ceremonies and Religious Customs . " J'ai passe moi - meme , " says Chateaubriand in his Souvenirs ...
Էջ 33
... a bloody turf must lie , For the Huntsman hath gone by ! * Minnesinger , love - singer ; the wandering minstrels of Germany were so called in the middle ages . BRANDENBURGH HARVEST - SONG . " FROM THE GERMAN OF LAYS OF MANY LANDS . 33.
... a bloody turf must lie , For the Huntsman hath gone by ! * Minnesinger , love - singer ; the wandering minstrels of Germany were so called in the middle ages . BRANDENBURGH HARVEST - SONG . " FROM THE GERMAN OF LAYS OF MANY LANDS . 33.
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... gone ! Ev'n that must leave me , that still face , by all my tears unmoved- -Take me from this dark world with thee , Ianthis ! my beloved ! " A wail was heard around the bed , the death - bed of the young , Amidst her tears the Funeral ...
... gone ! Ev'n that must leave me , that still face , by all my tears unmoved- -Take me from this dark world with thee , Ianthis ! my beloved ! " A wail was heard around the bed , the death - bed of the young , Amidst her tears the Funeral ...
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art thou banners beauty beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blue blue streams bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land bright wave brow cheek child dark dead death deep dreams dust dwell earth Eolian ev'n fair falchion farewell father flowers fount gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow Glyndwr's gone grave green hath heard heart Heaven holy hour joyous Lake of Lucerne land leaves light lone look look'd lyre midst mirth mother mountain mournful murmur night o'er pale pass'd proud rest rills rose round Sea-king shade shadow shining shore silent sleep slumber smile soft soft winds solemn song soul sound spear spirit stars stranger's heart stream sunny sunny brow sweet sword tears thee thine thou art thou hast thought tomb tone tree unto voice wakeful eye wanderer wave weep wert whispering wild wind woods wouldst young
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Էջ 66 - 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.
Էջ 46 - 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...
Էջ 67 - 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.
Էջ 62 - 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.
Էջ 117 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest; with, such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Էջ 93 - 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 ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Էջ 64 - Come forth, O ye children of gladness, come! Where the violets lie may be now your home. Ye of the rose-cheek and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me, fly, With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay: Come forth to the sunshine: I may not stay!
Էջ 172 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, 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 ! Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Էջ 47 - O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown : Yet must thou hear a voice — Restore the dead ! Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee ! — Restore the dead, thou sea ! BRING FLOWERS.
Էջ 89 - 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. One...