The Poetical Work of Mrs. Felicia Hemans, Volume 2Evert Duyckinck, 1828 - English poetry |
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... SON of the stranger ! wouldst thou take O'er yon blue hills thy lonely way , To reach the still and shining lake Along whose banks the west winds play ? 46 LAYS OF MANY LANDS . -Let no vain dreams LAYS OF MANY LANDS . 45.
... SON of the stranger ! wouldst thou take O'er yon blue hills thy lonely way , To reach the still and shining lake Along whose banks the west winds play ? 46 LAYS OF MANY LANDS . -Let no vain dreams LAYS OF MANY LANDS . 45.
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... wouldst thou launch thy light canoe , And wouldst thou ply thy rapid oar , Before thee , hadst thou morning's speed , The dreamy land shouldst still recede ! The Cherokees believe that the recesses of their mountains , overgrown with ...
... wouldst thou launch thy light canoe , And wouldst thou ply thy rapid oar , Before thee , hadst thou morning's speed , The dreamy land shouldst still recede ! The Cherokees believe that the recesses of their mountains , overgrown with ...
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Mrs. Hemans. Yet on the breeze thou still wouldst hear The music of its flowering shades , And ever should the sound be near Of founts that ripple through its glades : The sound , and sight , and flashing ray Of joyous waters in their ...
Mrs. Hemans. Yet on the breeze thou still wouldst hear The music of its flowering shades , And ever should the sound be near Of founts that ripple through its glades : The sound , and sight , and flashing ray Of joyous waters in their ...
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... Wouldst thou spring from thy mother's arms with joy ? That sight hath cost thee a father , boy ! " For in the rocky strait beneath , Lay Suliote , sire and son ; They had heap'd high the piles of death Before the pass was won . " They ...
... Wouldst thou spring from thy mother's arms with joy ? That sight hath cost thee a father , boy ! " For in the rocky strait beneath , Lay Suliote , sire and son ; They had heap'd high the piles of death Before the pass was won . " They ...
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... wouldst thou know , When from thine eye my floating shadow pass'd ? ̧ Was not my work fulfill'd and closed below ? Had I not lived and loved ? -my lot was cast . Wouldst thou ask where the nightingale is gone , That melting into song ...
... wouldst thou know , When from thine eye my floating shadow pass'd ? ̧ Was not my work fulfill'd and closed below ? Had I not lived and loved ? -my lot was cast . Wouldst thou ask where the nightingale is gone , That melting into 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...