The Poetical Works of Mrs. Felicia Hemans: Complete in One Volume |
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... fount's remember'd gushings burst On the parch'd traveller in his hour of thirst , E'en thus they haunt me with sweet sounds , till worn Remorse , a Tragedy . By quenchless longings , to my soul I say- Oh ! for the dove's swift wings ...
... fount's remember'd gushings burst On the parch'd traveller in his hour of thirst , E'en thus they haunt me with sweet sounds , till worn Remorse , a Tragedy . By quenchless longings , to my soul I say- Oh ! for the dove's swift wings ...
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... fount and forest - murmur led To worship , thou art blest ! -to thee is shown Earth in her holy pomp , decked for her God alone . PART SECOND . Wie diese treue liebe Seele Von ihrem Glauben voll , Der ganz allein Thr selig machend ist ...
... fount and forest - murmur led To worship , thou art blest ! -to thee is shown Earth in her holy pomp , decked for her God alone . PART SECOND . Wie diese treue liebe Seele Von ihrem Glauben voll , Der ganz allein Thr selig machend ist ...
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... fount's flashing burst , my head had lain , In gentle sleep : but now I passed as one That may not pause where wood - streams whis- pering run , Or light sprays tremble to a bird's wild strain , Because th ' avenger's voice is in the ...
... fount's flashing burst , my head had lain , In gentle sleep : but now I passed as one That may not pause where wood - streams whis- pering run , Or light sprays tremble to a bird's wild strain , Because th ' avenger's voice is in the ...
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... fount , or at the peace- Or ful board ? singing some sweet song of old , in the shadow of the vine , Or praying to the saints for thee , before the holy shrine ? And thou wert lying low the while , the life - drops from thy heart Fast ...
... fount , or at the peace- Or ful board ? singing some sweet song of old , in the shadow of the vine , Or praying to the saints for thee , before the holy shrine ? And thou wert lying low the while , the life - drops from thy heart Fast ...
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... fount Were there , and sweet - voiced echoes ; and above , The silence of the blue , still , upper Heaven Thou shouldst be crowned with victory's crown- Hung round the crags of Pindus , where they wore but oh ! more meet they seem , The ...
... fount Were there , and sweet - voiced echoes ; and above , The silence of the blue , still , upper Heaven Thou shouldst be crowned with victory's crown- Hung round the crags of Pindus , where they wore but oh ! more meet they seem , The ...
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Page 65 - E'en while with us thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust to its narrow house beneath ! Soul to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.
Page 277 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — ' Where are those dreamers now ? 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.
Page 278 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set - but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
Page 270 - 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...
Page 269 - 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 289 - Her lot is on you !— to be found untired, Watching the stars out by the bed of pain, With a pale cheek, and yet a brow inspired, And a true heart of hope, though hope be vain ; Meekly to bear with wrong, to cheer decay, And oh ! to love through all things— therefore pray...
Page 332 - I HEAR thee speak of the better land, Thou call'st its children a happy band ; Mother! oh, where is that radiant shore? Shall we not seek it, and weep no more? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies glance through the myrtle boughs ?" — " Not there, not there, my child...
Page 244 - The better days of life were ours; The worst can be but mine; The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers, Shall never more be thine.
Page 262 - ... The place was kept at board and hearth so long, The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song ! Hold fast thy buried Isles, thy towers o'erthrown — But all is not thine own. To thee the love of woman hath gone down, Dark flow thy tides o'er manhood's noble head, O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown, — Yet must thou hear a voice — restore the dead ! Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee ! — Restore the...
Page 269 - I know whence the shadow comes o'er you now Ye have strewn the dust on the sunny brow ! Ye have given the lovely to earth's embrace, She hath taken the fairest of beauty's race, With their laughing eyes and their...