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... wild and busy whispers of despair ! Thou hast sent tidings , as of heaven . — I wait The hour , the sign , for blessed flight to thee . Oh ! for the skylark's wing that seeks its mate As a star shoots ! -- but on the breezy sea We shall ...
... wild and busy whispers of despair ! Thou hast sent tidings , as of heaven . — I wait The hour , the sign , for blessed flight to thee . Oh ! for the skylark's wing that seeks its mate As a star shoots ! -- but on the breezy sea We shall ...
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... wild , And sinn'd in her despair ! It well may be , That Thou wouldst lead my spirit back to Thee , By the crush'd hope too long on this world pour'd , The stricken love which hath perchance ador'd A mortal in Thy place ! Now , let me ...
... wild , And sinn'd in her despair ! It well may be , That Thou wouldst lead my spirit back to Thee , By the crush'd hope too long on this world pour'd , The stricken love which hath perchance ador'd A mortal in Thy place ! Now , let me ...
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... her arms she wound , Like tendrils , his drooping neck around , As if the passion of that fond grasp Might chain in life with its ivy - clasp . J But they tore her thence in her wild despair , THE BRIDE OF THE GREEK ISLE . 29.
... her arms she wound , Like tendrils , his drooping neck around , As if the passion of that fond grasp Might chain in life with its ivy - clasp . J But they tore her thence in her wild despair , THE BRIDE OF THE GREEK ISLE . 29.
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... wild despair , The sea's fierce rovers- -they left him there ; They left to the fountain a dark - red vein , And on the wet violets a pile of slain , And a hush of fear thro ' the summer - grove , — So clos'd the triumph of youth and ...
... wild despair , The sea's fierce rovers- -they left him there ; They left to the fountain a dark - red vein , And on the wet violets a pile of slain , And a hush of fear thro ' the summer - grove , — So clos'd the triumph of youth and ...
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... from the heart of the ship on high ? What light through the heavens , in a sudden spire , Shoots from the deck up ? Fire ! ' tis fire ! There are wild forms hurrying to and fro , Seen THE BRIDE OF THE GREEK ISLE . 31.
... from the heart of the ship on high ? What light through the heavens , in a sudden spire , Shoots from the deck up ? Fire ! ' tis fire ! There are wild forms hurrying to and fro , Seen THE BRIDE OF THE GREEK ISLE . 31.
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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...