The poetical works of mrs. Felicia Hemans, ed. with a memoir by W.M. Rossetti |
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... beneath its garlands worn , Was fled ; and fire , like prophecy's , had sprung Clear to her kindled eye . It might be scorn- Pride - sense of wrong ; ay , the frail heart is bound By these at times , even as with adamant round , Kept so ...
... beneath its garlands worn , Was fled ; and fire , like prophecy's , had sprung Clear to her kindled eye . It might be scorn- Pride - sense of wrong ; ay , the frail heart is bound By these at times , even as with adamant round , Kept so ...
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... beneath me- whereon shall I lean ? Oh ! if from thy pure lips was wrung the sigh Of the dust's anguish ? if like man to die- And earth round him shuts heavily - hath been Even to Thee bitter , aid me ! guide me ! turn My wild and ...
... beneath me- whereon shall I lean ? Oh ! if from thy pure lips was wrung the sigh Of the dust's anguish ? if like man to die- And earth round him shuts heavily - hath been Even to Thee bitter , aid me ! guide me ! turn My wild and ...
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... Beneath your shades , I said , bowers of the gorgeous West ! XXXV . Oh , could we live in visions ! could we hold Delusion faster , longer , to our breast , When it shuts from us , with its mantle's fold 28 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
... Beneath your shades , I said , bowers of the gorgeous West ! XXXV . Oh , could we live in visions ! could we hold Delusion faster , longer , to our breast , When it shuts from us , with its mantle's fold 28 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
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... beneath her graceful tread ! But the calm bound us midst the glassy main : Ne'er was her step to bend earth's living flowers again . L. Yes ! as if heaven upon the waves were sleeping , Vexing my soul with quiet , there they lay , All ...
... beneath her graceful tread ! But the calm bound us midst the glassy main : Ne'er was her step to bend earth's living flowers again . L. Yes ! as if heaven upon the waves were sleeping , Vexing my soul with quiet , there they lay , All ...
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... beneath the cypress - shade His martyred brother and his sire are laid , Feels every deep resolve , and burning thought Of ampler vengeance , e'en to passion wrought ; Yet is the hour afar - and he must brood O'er those dark dreams ...
... beneath the cypress - shade His martyred brother and his sire are laid , Feels every deep resolve , and burning thought Of ampler vengeance , e'en to passion wrought ; Yet is the hour afar - and he must brood O'er those dark dreams ...
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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.