The Poetical Work of Mrs. Felicia Hemans, Volume 2Evert Duyckinck, 1828 - English poetry |
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... Sword of the Tomb , -A Northern Legend Valkyriur Song The Cavern of the Three Tells , -Swiss Tradition Page 11 31 32 33 37 39 Swiss Song , -on the Anniversary of an Ancient Battle 41 The Isle of Founts , -an Indian Tradition The ...
... Sword of the Tomb , -A Northern Legend Valkyriur Song The Cavern of the Three Tells , -Swiss Tradition Page 11 31 32 33 37 39 Swiss Song , -on the Anniversary of an Ancient Battle 41 The Isle of Founts , -an Indian Tradition The ...
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... swords ! -and this I bore With a mute pang . Since I had vainly striven From its free springs to poor the truth of Heaven Into thy trembling soul , my Leonor ! Silence rose up where hearts no hope could share : -Alas ! for those that ...
... swords ! -and this I bore With a mute pang . Since I had vainly striven From its free springs to poor the truth of Heaven Into thy trembling soul , my Leonor ! Silence rose up where hearts no hope could share : -Alas ! for those that ...
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... SWORD OF THE TOMB . A NORTHERN LEGEND . The idea of this ballad is taken from a scene in " Starkother , " a tragedy by the Danish poet Ochlenschlager . The sepulchral fire here alluded to , and supposed to guard the ashes of deceased ...
... SWORD OF THE TOMB . A NORTHERN LEGEND . The idea of this ballad is taken from a scene in " Starkother , " a tragedy by the Danish poet Ochlenschlager . The sepulchral fire here alluded to , and supposed to guard the ashes of deceased ...
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Mrs. Hemans. 34 LAYS OF MANY LANDS . " There is laid a sword in thy father's tomb , And its edge is fraught with thy foeman's doom ; But soft be thy step through the silence deep , And move not the urn in the house of sleep , For the ...
Mrs. Hemans. 34 LAYS OF MANY LANDS . " There is laid a sword in thy father's tomb , And its edge is fraught with thy foeman's doom ; But soft be thy step through the silence deep , And move not the urn in the house of sleep , For the ...
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... sword and shield many a battle - day Of Hung o'er that urn , reveal'd By the tomb - fire's waveless ray . With a faded wreath of oak - leaves bound , They hung o'er the dust of the far renown'd , Whom the bright Valkyriur's warning ...
... sword and shield many a battle - day Of Hung o'er that urn , reveal'd By the tomb - fire's waveless ray . With a faded wreath of oak - leaves bound , They hung o'er the dust of the far renown'd , Whom the bright Valkyriur's warning ...
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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...