Works: With a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her Genius, 5 tomasSea & Blanchard, 1842 |
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... LEAF FROM THE TOMB OF VIRGIL THE CHIEFTAIN'S SON A FRAGMENT ENGLAND'S DEAD 128 .... ... 129 130 131 132 THE MEETING OF THE BARDS .... 134 137 THE VOICE OF SPRING RECORDS OF WOMAN : Arabella Stuart The Bride of the Greek Isle The ...
... LEAF FROM THE TOMB OF VIRGIL THE CHIEFTAIN'S SON A FRAGMENT ENGLAND'S DEAD 128 .... ... 129 130 131 132 THE MEETING OF THE BARDS .... 134 137 THE VOICE OF SPRING RECORDS OF WOMAN : Arabella Stuart The Bride of the Greek Isle The ...
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... leaves no trace To sully the pure air , wherewith it blends And is , being utter'd , gone ? —Why , ' t were enough For such a venial fault to be deprived One little day of man's free heritage , Heaven's warm and sunny light ! -Oh ! if ...
... leaves no trace To sully the pure air , wherewith it blends And is , being utter'd , gone ? —Why , ' t were enough For such a venial fault to be deprived One little day of man's free heritage , Heaven's warm and sunny light ! -Oh ! if ...
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... leaves a cadence of thy voice , Till my heart faints with that o'erthrilling joy ! -Thou wilt be with me there , and lend my lips Words , fiery words , to flush dark cheeks with shame , That thou art unavenged ! [ Exit VITTORIA . SCENE ...
... leaves a cadence of thy voice , Till my heart faints with that o'erthrilling joy ! -Thou wilt be with me there , and lend my lips Words , fiery words , to flush dark cheeks with shame , That thou art unavenged ! [ Exit VITTORIA . SCENE ...
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... leaf seems trembling unto sounds Of human joy ! Raimond . There lie far deeper things , - Things that may darken thought for life , beneath That city's festive semblance . — I have pass'd Through the glad multitudes , and I have mark'd ...
... leaf seems trembling unto sounds Of human joy ! Raimond . There lie far deeper things , - Things that may darken thought for life , beneath That city's festive semblance . — I have pass'd Through the glad multitudes , and I have mark'd ...
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... leaves , with no envious fold , to mar The luxury of its visions ! -Fair Vittoria , Your looks are troubled ! It is strange , but oft , Vittoria . ' Midst festal songs and garlands , o'er my soul Death comes , with some dull image ! as ...
... leaves , with no envious fold , to mar The luxury of its visions ! -Fair Vittoria , Your looks are troubled ! It is strange , but oft , Vittoria . ' Midst festal songs and garlands , o'er my soul Death comes , with some dull image ! as ...
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Anselmo ARABELLA STUART art thou banners bear beautiful beneath bow'd brave breast breath breeze bright brow cheek Conradin Constance Couci dark dead death deep doth dreams dwell e'en earth Eribert Ev'n fair father fear flowers gaze gentle glad glance gleam glorious glow gone Gorsedd grave green grief Guido hath heart heaven hour human voice hush'd Joanna Baillie leaves light lips lone look look'd lyre midst mighty heart Montalba mother mournful night noble o'er pale pass'd planxty pour'd Procida proud Provençal racter Raimond rest rose round SCENE seem'd shining Sicilians Sicily silent sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound speak spirit stood stream strong sunny sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought thro tomb tone Twas unto Vittoria voice warrior wave wild winds woman's wouldst young youth
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237 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.
293 psl. - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever: it may be a sound — A tone of music— summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
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268 psl. - Yet speak to me ! I have outwatch'd the stars, And gazed o'er heaven in vain in search of thee. Speak to me ! I have wander'd o'er the earth, And never found thy likeness — Speak to me ! Look on the fiends around — they feel for me : I fear them not, and feel for thee alone — Speak to me ! though it be...
291 psl. - 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.
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137 psl. - I come, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ; Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves opening as I pass.
311 psl. - A change we have found there — and many a change! Faces, and footsteps, and all things strange ! Gone are the heads of the silvery hair, And the young that were have a brow of care, And the place is hush'd where the children play'd — Nought looks the same, save the nest we made...
141 psl. - Yet further may relent : for mightier far Than strength of nerve and sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is love, though oft to agony distrest, And though his favourite seat be feeble woman's breast. But if thou goest, I follow...
291 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.