The forest sanctuary, and other poems; Records of woman, with other poemsHilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins, 1827 |
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... hour , From the dim past , as from a wizard's cave ! — So must it be ! -These skies above me spread , Are they my own soft skies ? -Ye rest not here , my dead ! IV . Ye far amidst the southern flowers lie sleeping 4 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
... hour , From the dim past , as from a wizard's cave ! — So must it be ! -These skies above me spread , Are they my own soft skies ? -Ye rest not here , my dead ! IV . Ye far amidst the southern flowers lie sleeping 4 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
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... soft , dark , earnest eyes , Fill'd with the love of childhood , which I see Pure through its depths , a thing without disguise ; Thou that hast breath'd in slumber on my breast , When I have check'd its throbs to give thee rest , Mine ...
... soft , dark , earnest eyes , Fill'd with the love of childhood , which I see Pure through its depths , a thing without disguise ; Thou that hast breath'd in slumber on my breast , When I have check'd its throbs to give thee rest , Mine ...
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... pain , and bursting from control , And finding first that hour their pathway free : -Could a rose brave the storm , such might her emblem be ! XXXVI . For the soft gloom whose shadow still had 20 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
... pain , and bursting from control , And finding first that hour their pathway free : -Could a rose brave the storm , such might her emblem be ! XXXVI . For the soft gloom whose shadow still had 20 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
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Mrs. Hemans Andrews Norton. XXXVI . For the soft gloom whose shadow still had hung On her fair brow , beneath its garlands worn , Was fled ; and fire , like prophecy's had sprung Clear to her kindled eye . It might be scorn— Pride ...
Mrs. Hemans Andrews Norton. XXXVI . For the soft gloom whose shadow still had hung On her fair brow , beneath its garlands worn , Was fled ; and fire , like prophecy's had sprung Clear to her kindled eye . It might be scorn— Pride ...
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... same tree , the sharing one repose , And mingling one first prayer in murmurs soft , From the heart's memory fade , in this world's breath , so oft ? XL . But thee that breath had touch'd not ; 22 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
... same tree , the sharing one repose , And mingling one first prayer in murmurs soft , From the heart's memory fade , in this world's breath , so oft ? XL . But thee that breath had touch'd not ; 22 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
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The forest sanctuary, and other poems; Records of woman, with other poems Mrs. Hemans Visos knygos peržiūra - 1827 |
The forest sanctuary, and other poems; Records of woman, with other poems Mrs. Hemans Visos knygos peržiūra - 1827 |
The forest sanctuary, and other poems; Records of woman, with other poems Mrs. Hemans Visos knygos peržiūra - 1827 |
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art thou beautiful beneath blue streams bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land Bright waves brow cheek child dark dead death deep dreams dust dwell earth Eudora Ev'n faded faint fair fair brow farewell fear fled floating flowers forest fount gathering film gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glow grave green grief hair hath heart Heaven holy hour hush'd JOANNA BAILLIE joyous Lake of Lucerne land leave light lips lone look'd lov'd lyre midst mine-a mirth mother mournful night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer rest RHEIMS rose round seem'd shade shadow shining shining band shore silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood storm stream strong sunny sweet tears thee thine thou art Thou hast thou wert thought tomb tone Twas unto voice wave weep wild wind woman woods young youth
Populiarios ištraukos
225 psl. - 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...
89 psl. - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
221 psl. - CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light fades away ; Mother, with thine earnest eye, Ever following silently ; Father, by the breeze of eve Call'd thy harvest work to leave — Pray : ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the knee...
222 psl. - Traveller, in the stranger's land Far from thine own household band ; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone ; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath not leave to dwell ; Sailor, on the darkening sea — Lift the heart and bend the knee...
95 psl. - And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight, than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.
227 psl. - Nought looks the same, save the nest we made!" Sad is your tale of the beautiful earth, Birds that o'ersweep it in power and mirth ! Yet through the wastes of the trackless air Ye have a guide, and shall we despair? Ye over desert and deep have pass'd — So may we reach our bright home at last ! THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD.
226 psl. - And what have ye found in the monarch's dome, Since last ye traversed the blue sea's foam? — " We have found a change, we have found a pall, And a gloom o'ershadowing the banquet's hall, And a mark on the floor as of life-drops spilt — Nought looks the same, save the nest we built!
227 psl. - midst the blooms of the morn may dwell, I tarry no longer — farewell, farewell ! The summer is coming, on soft winds borne, Ye may press the grape, ye may bind the corn '. For me, I depart to a brighter shore, Ye are mark'd by care, ye are mine no more. I go where the loved who have left you dwell, And the flowers are not Death's — fare ye well, farewell ! THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS.
147 psl. - Banners of battle o'er him hung, And warriors slept beneath, And light, as noon's broad light was flung On the settled face of death. On the settled face of death A strong and ruddy glare, Though...
218 psl. - The mountain-storms rise high In the snowy Pyrenees, And toss the pine-boughs through the sky, Like rose-leaves on the breeze. But let the storm rage on ! Let the fresh wreaths be shed ! • For the Roncesvalles' field is won, — There slumber England's dead.