The poetical works of mrs. Felicia Hemans, ed. with a memoir by W.M. Rossetti |
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... noble , e'en from glory's grave . " Roused by those accents , from his lowly bed The dying warrior faintly lifts his head ; O'er Hamet's mien , with vague , uncertain gaze , His doubtful glance awhile bewildered strays ; Till , by ...
... noble , e'en from glory's grave . " Roused by those accents , from his lowly bed The dying warrior faintly lifts his head ; O'er Hamet's mien , with vague , uncertain gaze , His doubtful glance awhile bewildered strays ; Till , by ...
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... , I then had mourned thee proudly , and my grief In its own loftiness had found relief ; A noble sorrow , cherished to the last , When every meaner woe had long been past . Yes ! let Affection weep - no common tear She 54 THE ABENCERRAGE .
... , I then had mourned thee proudly , and my grief In its own loftiness had found relief ; A noble sorrow , cherished to the last , When every meaner woe had long been past . Yes ! let Affection weep - no common tear She 54 THE ABENCERRAGE .
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... noble breast hath proved , Scorning itself that thus it could be moved ? He , He alone , the inmost heart who knows , Views all its weakness , pities all its throes , He who hath mercy when mankind contemn , Beholding anguish - all ...
... noble breast hath proved , Scorning itself that thus it could be moved ? He , He alone , the inmost heart who knows , Views all its weakness , pities all its throes , He who hath mercy when mankind contemn , Beholding anguish - all ...
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... noble hearts ! in vain displayed ! Now , while the burning spirit of the brave Is roused to energies that yet might save , E'en now , enthusiasts ! while ye rush to claim Your glorious trial on the field of fame , Your king hath yielded ...
... noble hearts ! in vain displayed ! Now , while the burning spirit of the brave Is roused to energies that yet might save , E'en now , enthusiasts ! while ye rush to claim Your glorious trial on the field of fame , Your king hath yielded ...
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... noble line In a land that is fair and blest ? And doth not thy spirit , proud captive ! pine , Again on its shores to rest ? " Thine own is the choice to hail once more The soil of thy father's birth , Or to sleep , when thy lingering ...
... noble line In a land that is fair and blest ? And doth not thy spirit , proud captive ! pine , Again on its shores to rest ? " Thine own is the choice to hail once more The soil of thy father's birth , Or to sleep , when thy lingering ...
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.