Records of Woman, with Other PoemsWilliam Blackwood, 1828 - 320 psl. |
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... roses there ; Pearls on her bosom quivering shone , Heav'd by her heart thro ' its golden zone ; But a brow , as those gems of the ocean pale , Gleam'd from beneath her transparent veil ; Changeful and faint was her fair cheek's hue ...
... roses there ; Pearls on her bosom quivering shone , Heav'd by her heart thro ' its golden zone ; But a brow , as those gems of the ocean pale , Gleam'd from beneath her transparent veil ; Changeful and faint was her fair cheek's hue ...
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... rose in that flashing rain , Like one tall shaft of some fallen fane . And thither Ianthis had brought his bride , And the guests were met by that fountain - side ; They lifted the veil from Eudora's face , It smiled THE BRIDE OF THE ...
... rose in that flashing rain , Like one tall shaft of some fallen fane . And thither Ianthis had brought his bride , And the guests were met by that fountain - side ; They lifted the veil from Eudora's face , It smiled THE BRIDE OF THE ...
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... roses ! a chaplet for every head ! The wine - cups foam'd , and the rose was shower'd On the young and fair from the world embower'd , The sun look'd not on them in that sweet shade , The winds amid scented boughs were laid ; But there ...
... roses ! a chaplet for every head ! The wine - cups foam'd , and the rose was shower'd On the young and fair from the world embower'd , The sun look'd not on them in that sweet shade , The winds amid scented boughs were laid ; But there ...
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... rose , Then first look'd mournful in its green repose . For Werner sat beneath the linden - tree , That sent its lulling whispers through his door , Ev'n as man sits whose heart alone would be With some deep care , and thus can find no ...
... rose , Then first look'd mournful in its green repose . For Werner sat beneath the linden - tree , That sent its lulling whispers through his door , Ev'n as man sits whose heart alone would be With some deep care , and thus can find no ...
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... rose , Leaf after leaf , to beauty ; line by line , I fix my thought , heart , soul , to burn , to shine , Thro ' the pale marble's veins . It grows and now I give my own life's history to thy brow , Forsaken Ariadne ! thou shalt wear ...
... rose , Leaf after leaf , to beauty ; line by line , I fix my thought , heart , soul , to burn , to shine , Thro ' the pale marble's veins . It grows and now I give my own life's history to thy brow , Forsaken Ariadne ! thou shalt wear ...
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Records of Woman, with Other Poems Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans,Mrs. Hemans Visos knygos peržiūra - 1828 |
Records of Woman– With Other Poems Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans,Mrs. Hemans Visos knygos peržiūra - 1828 |
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ARABELLA STUART art thou beautiful beneath bird bosom bow'd breast breath breeze bright bright land brightly brow cheek child Childe Harold dark dead death deep dream dust dwell earth Eudora Ev'n fair fear floating flowers fount gaze gentle glad glance gleam gloom glow gone grave green grief hair hath haunted heart heaven holy hour human voice hush'd JOANNA BAILLIE joyous leaves light lip's lips lone look'd lov'd lyre MADAME DE STAEL mantle midst mother mournful murmur night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer press'd proud RHEIMS rose round Seem'd shade shadow silent silvery sleep smile soft solemn song soul sound spirit stood stream strong sunny sweet sword tears tender thee thine things thou art Thou hast thou wert Thou'rt thought thro tomb tone Twas unto voice wandering wave weep whisper wild wind woman's woods young youth
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261 psl. - 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.
170 psl. - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves, And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves.
262 psl. - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; — They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free!
243 psl. - Ye clouds that gorgeously repose around the setting sun, Answer ! have ye a home for those whose earthly race is run ? — The bright clouds answered, " We depart, we vanish from the sky ; Ask what is deathless in thy heart for that which cannot die.
169 psl. - 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.
163 psl. - Thou hast left sorrow in thy song, A voice not loud, but deep ! The glorious bowers of earth among, How often didst thou weep ! Where couldst thou fix on mortal ground Thy tender thoughts and high ?— Now peace the woman's heart hath found, And joy the poet's eye.
263 psl. - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God.
56 psl. - HER hands were clasp'd, her dark eyes raised, The breeze threw back her hair; Up to the fearful wheel she gazed — All that she loved was there. The night was round her clear and cold, The holy heaven above, Its pale stars watching to behold The might of earthly love.
58 psl. - And thou, mine honour'd love and true, Bear on, bear nobly on We have the blessed heaven in view, Whose rest shall soon be won.
300 psl. - 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.