The poetical works of mrs. Felicia Hemans, ed. with a memoir by W.M. Rossetti |
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... bear A yearning heart within me to the grave . I am of those o'er whom a breath of air- Just darkening in its course the lake's bright wave , And sighing through the feathery canes - hath power To call up shadows , in the silent hour ...
... bear A yearning heart within me to the grave . I am of those o'er whom a breath of air- Just darkening in its course the lake's bright wave , And sighing through the feathery canes - hath power To call up shadows , in the silent hour ...
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... bear . And ye , O daughters of a lofty race , Queen - like Theresa ! radiant Inez ! -flowers So cherished ! were ye then but reared for those dark hours ? XXXII . A mournful home , young sisters , had ye left ! With your lutes hanging ...
... bear . And ye , O daughters of a lofty race , Queen - like Theresa ! radiant Inez ! -flowers So cherished ! were ye then but reared for those dark hours ? XXXII . A mournful home , young sisters , had ye left ! With your lutes hanging ...
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... bear On with them , wildly questioning the sky , Fiercely the untroubled stars , of man's dim destiny . LXXVI . I would have called , adjuring the dark cloud ; To the most ancient heavens I would have said- 66 ' Speak to me ! show me ...
... bear On with them , wildly questioning the sky , Fiercely the untroubled stars , of man's dim destiny . LXXVI . I would have called , adjuring the dark cloud ; To the most ancient heavens I would have said- 66 ' Speak to me ! show me ...
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... Bear to your thrilling presence what I bore Of wrath , doubt , anguish , battling in the breast ! I could have poured out words , on that pale air , To make your proud tombs ring . No , no ! I could not there ! LXXX . Not midst those ...
... Bear to your thrilling presence what I bore Of wrath , doubt , anguish , battling in the breast ! I could have poured out words , on that pale air , To make your proud tombs ring . No , no ! I could not there ! LXXX . Not midst those ...
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... bears him ever , and the main Seems rushing , like his hope , some happier shore to gain . XXXIII . Not thus is woman . Closely her still heart Doth twine itself with e'en each lifeless thing Which , long remembered , seemed to bear its ...
... bears him ever , and the main Seems rushing , like his hope , some happier shore to gain . XXXIII . Not thus is woman . Closely her still heart Doth twine itself with e'en each lifeless thing Which , long remembered , seemed to bear its ...
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arms bear beauty beneath blood borne bound brave breast breath bright brow child cloud dark dead death deep doth dreams dwell e'en earth face fair faith fall father fear flow flowers gaze glance gleam glory glow gone grave green grief halls hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour Italy land leaves light live lone look meet midst night noble o'er once pale passed past proud rest rise rocks rose round rushing scene seemed shade shadow shining silent sleep smile soft song soul sound speak spirit stars step streams strong sweet swell sword tears tell thee thine things thou thou hast thought tomb tone unto voice wave wild wind woods young youth
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Էջ 431 - 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 372 - 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 439 - 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 447 - ... 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 509 - 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 220 - 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 360 - 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 396 - 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 372 - 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 585 - The Christian Year. Thoughts in Verse for the Sundays and Holy Days throughout the Year.