Poems of Felicia Hemans: Chronologically Arranged, with Illustrative Notes and a Selection of Contemporary ReviewsWilliam P. Nimmo, 1878 - 668 pages |
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... rest There are Sounds in the Dark Roncesvalles · SONGS FOR SUMMER HOURS . And I too in Arcadia Water - Lilies . The Wandering Wind Ye are not miss'd , fair Flowers ! Come to me , Dreams of Heaven ! Good - Night Let her Depart How can ...
... rest There are Sounds in the Dark Roncesvalles · SONGS FOR SUMMER HOURS . And I too in Arcadia Water - Lilies . The Wandering Wind Ye are not miss'd , fair Flowers ! Come to me , Dreams of Heaven ! Good - Night Let her Depart How can ...
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... rest , Her empire Home ! -her throne , Affection's breast ! For her , sweet Nature wears her loveliest blooms , And softer sunshine every scene illumes . When Spring awakes the spirit of the breeze , Whose light wing undulates the ...
... rest , Her empire Home ! -her throne , Affection's breast ! For her , sweet Nature wears her loveliest blooms , And softer sunshine every scene illumes . When Spring awakes the spirit of the breeze , Whose light wing undulates the ...
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... rest without them ; So , to secure soft slumber to his bones , We paved his grave with all his favourite stones . His much - loved hammer's resting by his side ; Each hand contains a shell - fish petrified : His mouth a piece of pudding ...
... rest without them ; So , to secure soft slumber to his bones , We paved his grave with all his favourite stones . His much - loved hammer's resting by his side ; Each hand contains a shell - fish petrified : His mouth a piece of pudding ...
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... rest . Is thine a heart the world hath stung , Friends have deceived , neglect hath wrung ? Hast thou some grief that none may know , Some lonely , secret , silent woe ? Or have thy fond affections fled From earth , to slumber with the ...
... rest . Is thine a heart the world hath stung , Friends have deceived , neglect hath wrung ? Hast thou some grief that none may know , Some lonely , secret , silent woe ? Or have thy fond affections fled From earth , to slumber with the ...
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... rest , Let its tale awake feelings too deep for a tear , And rouse into vengeance each arm and each breast , Till cloudless the dayspring of liberty shine O'er the plains of the olive and hills of the vine . THE AGED INDIAN . WARRIORS ...
... rest , Let its tale awake feelings too deep for a tear , And rouse into vengeance each arm and each breast , Till cloudless the dayspring of liberty shine O'er the plains of the olive and hills of the vine . THE AGED INDIAN . WARRIORS ...
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Alcestis art thou banner beauty beneath bless bosom bowers brave breast breath breeze bright bright land brow calm Carmagnola cloud Conradin dark dead death deep doth dread dreams dwell e'en earth ELMINA fair fame farewell father fear FELICIA HEMANS flowers fount gaze gleam gloom glorious glory glow grave Greece grief harp hath heart heaven Hemans holy hope hour hush'd Joanna Baillie land light lone lyre midst mighty Montalba Moorish mournful ne'er night o'er pale pass'd pour'd PROCIDA proud Provençal Raim repose rocks rose round scene seem'd shade shadow shore shrine silent skies sleep smile soft solemn song soul sound Spain spirit storm stream sunbeam sunny sweet swell sword tears thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne tomb tone Twas unto Valencia voice wake wandering wave weep wild wind
Popular passages
Page 371 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Page 643 - You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Page 414 - 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 482 - Not there, not there, my child." " Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas. Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds, on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ! " "Not there, not there, ray child.
Page 379 - CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light fades away ; Mother, with thine earnest eye, Ever following silently; Father, by the breeze of eve Call'd thy harvest-work to leave — Pray : ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the knee...
Page 496 - Come to the sunset tree ! The day is past and gone ; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.
Page 377 - Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for decay, And smile at thee ! - but thou art not of those That wait the ripened bloom to seize their prey.
Page 414 - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves, And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves. The free fair homes of England, Long, long, in hut and hall, May hearts of native proof be reared To guard each hallowed wall. And green for ever be the groves, And bright the flowery sod, Where first the child's glad spirit loves Its country and its God.
Page 431 - There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. 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 364 - 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 dead, thou sea ! BRING FLOWERS.