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... rich world round thee : - shades : -Mighty Weaving their gorgeous tracery o'er thy head , With the light melting through their high ar- cades As through a pillared cloister's : ( 11 ) but the dead Sleep not beneath ; nor doth the ...
... rich world round thee : - shades : -Mighty Weaving their gorgeous tracery o'er thy head , With the light melting through their high ar- cades As through a pillared cloister's : ( 11 ) but the dead Sleep not beneath ; nor doth the ...
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... rich sunset ! -bringing thoughts of Spain , With all her vesper - voices , o'er the main , Which seemed responsive in its murmuring flow . - " Are sanctissima ! " - how oft that lay Hath melted from my heart the martyr - strength away ...
... rich sunset ! -bringing thoughts of Spain , With all her vesper - voices , o'er the main , Which seemed responsive in its murmuring flow . - " Are sanctissima ! " - how oft that lay Hath melted from my heart the martyr - strength away ...
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... rich clouds of foliage o'er her head , Sweet day may steal , and rills unseen go by , Like singing voices , and the green earth lie Starry with flowers , beneath her graceful tread ! -But the calm bound us ' midst the glassy main ; Ne ...
... rich clouds of foliage o'er her head , Sweet day may steal , and rills unseen go by , Like singing voices , and the green earth lie Starry with flowers , beneath her graceful tread ! -But the calm bound us ' midst the glassy main ; Ne ...
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... rich odours round ! " We haste ! the chosen and the lovely bringing ; Love still goes with her from her place of birth ; Deep silent joy within her soul is springing , Though in her glance the light no more is mirth ! Her beauty leaves ...
... rich odours round ! " We haste ! the chosen and the lovely bringing ; Love still goes with her from her place of birth ; Deep silent joy within her soul is springing , Though in her glance the light no more is mirth ! Her beauty leaves ...
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... rich high land ; one of which the present generation of the Creek In- dians represent to be a most blissful spot of earth ; they say it is inhabited by a peculiar race of Indians , whose women are • An expedition was actually undertaken ...
... rich high land ; one of which the present generation of the Creek In- dians represent to be a most blissful spot of earth ; they say it is inhabited by a peculiar race of Indians , whose women are • An expedition was actually undertaken ...
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art thou banners beauty beneath bless blest bosom bowers brave breast breath breeze bright bright land bright waves broken flower brow cloud Conradin dark dead death deep doth dread dreams dwell e'en earth Elmina fair falchion farewell father fear flowers fount gaze glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone Gonzalez grave grief hath hear heart Heaven hills holy hope hour hushed land light lone look lyre METASTASIO midst mighty Montalba Moorish mournful murmur ne'er night o'er pale Procida proud Provençal Raimond repose rills rocks Roncesvalles rose round scene shade shadow shed shore shrine silent skies sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound Spain spirit stars stream sunbeam sunny sweet swell sword tears tempest thee thine thou art Thou hast thought thrilling tomb tone unto Vittoria voice wake wave weep wild wind young
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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...