The poetical works of mrs. Felicia Hemans, ed. with a memoir by W.M. Rossetti |
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... arms to heaven , still freshly green ; But a wild vine around the stem hath clung , From branch to branch close wreaths of bondage throwing , Till the proud tree , before no tempest bowing , Hath shrunk and died those serpent folds ...
... arms to heaven , still freshly green ; But a wild vine around the stem hath clung , From branch to branch close wreaths of bondage throwing , Till the proud tree , before no tempest bowing , Hath shrunk and died those serpent folds ...
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... arm in hope . But now the throng Rolled on , and bore me with their living tide , Even as a bark wherein is left no power to guide . Wave swept on wave . XLVII . We reached a stately square , Decked for the rites . An altar stood on ...
... arm in hope . But now the throng Rolled on , and bore me with their living tide , Even as a bark wherein is left no power to guide . Wave swept on wave . XLVII . We reached a stately square , Decked for the rites . An altar stood on ...
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... arms , so passionately twined Around his neck - with such a trusting fold , A full deep sense of safety in their ... arm sustained her ! -oh , I knew ' Twas vain ! —and yet he hoped - he fondly strove Back from her faith her sinking soul ...
... arms , so passionately twined Around his neck - with such a trusting fold , A full deep sense of safety in their ... arm sustained her ! -oh , I knew ' Twas vain ! —and yet he hoped - he fondly strove Back from her faith her sinking soul ...
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... arms she lay - she ! -what had loved was gone ! LXIII . Joy for thee , trembler ! -thou redeemed one , joy ! Young dove set free ! -earth , ashes , soulless clay , Remained for baffled vengeance to destroy . Thy chain was riven ! Nor ...
... arms she lay - she ! -what had loved was gone ! LXIII . Joy for thee , trembler ! -thou redeemed one , joy ! Young dove set free ! -earth , ashes , soulless clay , Remained for baffled vengeance to destroy . Thy chain was riven ! Nor ...
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... arms dropped from the form they bore . LXV . They forced him from that spot . It might be well , That the fierce reckless words by anguish wrung From his torn breast , all aimless as they fell , Like spray - drops from the strife of ...
... arms dropped from the form they bore . LXV . They forced him from that spot . It might be well , That the fierce reckless words by anguish wrung From his torn breast , all aimless as they fell , Like spray - drops from the strife of ...
Common terms and phrases
art thou banners bear beauty beneath bosom bowers brave breast breath breeze bright bright land brow burst cheek cloud Conradin dark dead death deep doth dread dreams dwell e'en earth ELMINA faded fair fair brow falchion farewell Fcap fear flowers fount gaze glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave grief GUSTAVE DORÉ hath hear heart heaven hope hour hushed land light Llywarch Hen lone look lyre midst mighty Montalba Moorish mournful ne'er night o'er pale passed PROCIDA proud Provençal Raim repose rest rocks round rushing scene shade shadows shining silent skies sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound Spain spear spirit storm streams sweet swell sword tears thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thou hast thought tomb tone Twas unto voice wake warrior wave Wavertree weep wert wild wind young youth
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Էջ 427 - 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.
Էջ 368 - 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 ! Day is for mortal care ; Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth ; THE HOUR OF DEATH.
Էջ 435 - Are bathed in a flood as of molten gold. And thou turnest not from the humblest grave, Where a flower to the sighing winds may wave; Thou scatterest its gloom like the dreams of rest, Thou sleepest in love on its grassy breast. Sunbeam of summer ! oh, what is like thee ? Hope of the wilderness, joy of the sea ! — One thing is like thee to mortals given, The faith touching all things with hues of heaven ! BREATHINGS OF SPRING.
Էջ 441 - ... 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.
Էջ 505 - Calm on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit ! rest thee now ! E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod His seal was on thy brow Dust, to its narrow house beneath ! Soul, to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.
Էջ 216 - Rise, rise ! even now thy father comes, a ransomed man, this day ! Mount thy good horse ; and thou and I will meet him on his way." Then lightly rose that loyal son, and bounded on his steed, And urged, as if with lance in rest, the charger's foamy speed. And lo ! from far, as on they...
Էջ 356 - And shouted but once more aloud, ' My father ! must I stay ?' While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They...
Էջ 392 - THE stately homes of England, How beautiful they stand, Amidst their tall ancestral trees, 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.
Էջ 368 - 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...
Էջ 581 - The Christian Year. Thoughts in Verse for the Sundays and Holy Days throughout the Year.