The forest sanctuary, and other poems; Records of woman, with other poemsHilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins, 1827 |
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... On whose low thrills once gentle music hung- With a rude hand of touch unholy trying , And numbering then as crimes , the deep , strange tones replying . LXVI . But ye in solemn joy , O faithful THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 35.
... On whose low thrills once gentle music hung- With a rude hand of touch unholy trying , And numbering then as crimes , the deep , strange tones replying . LXVI . But ye in solemn joy , O faithful THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 35.
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... deep ? what strong ? -God's breath within the soul ! -It fill'd that song From your victorious voices ! -but the glow On the hot air and lurid skies increased- Faint grew the sounds - more faint - I listen'd - they had ceased ! LXXII ...
... deep ? what strong ? -God's breath within the soul ! -It fill'd that song From your victorious voices ! -but the glow On the hot air and lurid skies increased- Faint grew the sounds - more faint - I listen'd - they had ceased ! LXXII ...
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... upon the stately solitude , A halo of sad fame to mantle o'er Its white sepulchral forms of mail - clad men , And all was hush'd as night in some deep Alpine glen . LXXVIII . More hush'd , far more ! -for there 6 THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 41.
... upon the stately solitude , A halo of sad fame to mantle o'er Its white sepulchral forms of mail - clad men , And all was hush'd as night in some deep Alpine glen . LXXVIII . More hush'd , far more ! -for there 6 THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 41.
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... deep , With foam , and cloud , and tempest , round thee spread , And such a weight of night ! -a night , when sleep From the fierce rocking of the billows fled . A bark show'd dim beyond thee , with its mast Bow'd , and its rent sail ...
... deep , With foam , and cloud , and tempest , round thee spread , And such a weight of night ! -a night , when sleep From the fierce rocking of the billows fled . A bark show'd dim beyond thee , with its mast Bow'd , and its rent sail ...
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... hearts to blighting shame , And early death - and say , if this be so , Where then is mercy ? -whither shall we flee , So unallied to hope , save by our hold on thee ? LXXXVIII . " But didst thou not , the deep 46 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
... hearts to blighting shame , And early death - and say , if this be so , Where then is mercy ? -whither shall we flee , So unallied to hope , save by our hold on thee ? LXXXVIII . " But didst thou not , the deep 46 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
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