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... green array , Bound to my side ; and we , that met and parted , Ever in dread of some dark watchful power , Won back to childhood's trust , and , fearless - hearted , Blent the glad fulness of our thoughts that hour , Even like the ...
... green array , Bound to my side ; and we , that met and parted , Ever in dread of some dark watchful power , Won back to childhood's trust , and , fearless - hearted , Blent the glad fulness of our thoughts that hour , Even like the ...
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... green hills and woodlands from my sight , And joyous glance of waters to the light , And thee , my Seymour , thee ! I will not sink ! Thou , thou hast rent the heavy chain that bound thee ; And this shall be my strength - the joy to ...
... green hills and woodlands from my sight , And joyous glance of waters to the light , And thee , my Seymour , thee ! I will not sink ! Thou , thou hast rent the heavy chain that bound thee ; And this shall be my strength - the joy to ...
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... green forest ; -young hearts breathe their vows ; Brothers , long parted , meet ; fair children rise Round the glad board ; Hope laughs from loving eyes : -All this is in the world ! -These joys lie sown , The dew of every path - On one ...
... green forest ; -young hearts breathe their vows ; Brothers , long parted , meet ; fair children rise Round the glad board ; Hope laughs from loving eyes : -All this is in the world ! -These joys lie sown , The dew of every path - On one ...
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... green , the free , The full of all sweet sound , -the shut from me ! IX . There went a swift bird singing past my cell- O Love and Freedom ! ye are lovely things ! With you the peasant on the hills may dwell , And by the streams ; but I ...
... green , the free , The full of all sweet sound , -the shut from me ! IX . There went a swift bird singing past my cell- O Love and Freedom ! ye are lovely things ! With you the peasant on the hills may dwell , And by the streams ; but I ...
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... green leaf- Yet smile , smile on ! too bright art thou for grief . Death ! -what , is death a lock'd and treasur'd thing , Guarded by swords of fire ? 2 a hidden spring , A fabled fruit , that I should thus endure , As if the world ...
... green leaf- Yet smile , smile on ! too bright art thou for grief . Death ! -what , is death a lock'd and treasur'd thing , Guarded by swords of fire ? 2 a hidden spring , A fabled fruit , that I should thus endure , As if the world ...
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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 flow flowers forest 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 rich rose round Seem'd 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'rt thought thro tomb tone Twas unto voice wandering wave weep whisper wild wind woman's woods young youth
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Page 264 - 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.
Page 266 - 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...
Page 170 - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves, And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves.
Page 264 - 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 depth of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Page 199 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
Page 290 - Good-night ;" By the smiling eye and the loving tone, Over thy life has the spell been thrown. And bless that gift ! — it hath gentle might, A guardian power and a guiding light. It hath led the freeman forth to stand In the...
Page 169 - 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.
Page 265 - 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 ! The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared, — This was their welcome home.
Page 300 - Oh, joyous birds, it hath still been so ! Through the halls of kings doth the tempest go ! But the huts of the hamlet lie still and deep, And the hills o'er their quiet a vigil keep. Say, what have ye found in the peasant's cot, Since last ye parted from that sweet spot...