The Poetical Work of Mrs. Felicia Hemans, Volume 2Evert Duyckinck, 1828 - English poetry |
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... lone margin we have heard at morn , From the mysterious rocks , the sunrise - music borne . ( 22 ) LXX . So like a spirit's voice ! a harping tone , Lovely , yet ominous to mortal ear , Such as might reach us from a world unknown ...
... lone margin we have heard at morn , From the mysterious rocks , the sunrise - music borne . ( 22 ) LXX . So like a spirit's voice ! a harping tone , Lovely , yet ominous to mortal ear , Such as might reach us from a world unknown ...
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... lone cypress , as of wood - girt fane , Rest dark and still amidst a heaven of fire ; The pine gives forth its odours , and the lake Gleams like one ruby , and the soft winds wake , Till every string of nature's solemn lyre Is touch'd ...
... lone cypress , as of wood - girt fane , Rest dark and still amidst a heaven of fire ; The pine gives forth its odours , and the lake Gleams like one ruby , and the soft winds wake , Till every string of nature's solemn lyre Is touch'd ...
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... lone margin we have heard at morn From the mysterious rocks , the sunrise music borne . De Humboldt speaks of those rocks on the shores of the Oronoco . Travellers have heard from time to time subter- raneous sounds proceed from them at ...
... lone margin we have heard at morn From the mysterious rocks , the sunrise music borne . De Humboldt speaks of those rocks on the shores of the Oronoco . Travellers have heard from time to time subter- raneous sounds proceed from them at ...
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... lone ! Her voice hath pass'd away ! It hath pass'd away like a summer breeze , When it leaves the hills for the far blue seas , Where we may not trace its way . Go forth , and like her be free ! With thy radiant wing , and thy glancing ...
... lone ! Her voice hath pass'd away ! It hath pass'd away like a summer breeze , When it leaves the hills for the far blue seas , Where we may not trace its way . Go forth , and like her be free ! With thy radiant wing , and thy glancing ...
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... her youngest - born . The parting spot was reach'd : -a lone deep glen , Holy , perchance , of yore , for cave and fount Were there , and sweet - voiced echoes ; and above , The silence of the blue , still , upper Heaven The Parting Song.
... her youngest - born . The parting spot was reach'd : -a lone deep glen , Holy , perchance , of yore , for cave and fount Were there , and sweet - voiced echoes ; and above , The silence of the blue , still , upper Heaven The Parting Song.
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Page 135 - 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 115 - 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 86 - I COME, I come! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song; Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose .stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves opening as I pass.
Page 111 - 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 88 - 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. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came; Not with the roll of stirring drums And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come In silence and in fear, They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Page 194 - 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, my child.
Page 84 - England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave '• Are not the rocks their funeral piles, The seas and shores their grave ' Go, stranger ! track the deep, Free, free the white sail spread Wave may not foam, nor wild wind sweep, Where rest not England's dead.
Page 137 - Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone — nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Page 194 - Not there, not there, my child! " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair, — Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom ; Far beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb — It is there, it is there, my child !
Page 68 - Yet more ! the billows and the depths have more ! High hearts and brave are gathered to thy breast ! They hear not now the booming waters roar, The battle-thunders will not break their rest. Keep thy red gold and gems, thou stormy grave...