Works: With a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her Genius, Volume 5Sea & Blanchard, 1842 |
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... light hearts Which to those measures beat so joyously , Are tamed to stillness now . Of joy through all the land . Second Peasant . There is no voice Yes ! there are sounds Of revelry within the palaces , And the fair castles of our ...
... light hearts Which to those measures beat so joyously , Are tamed to stillness now . Of joy through all the land . Second Peasant . There is no voice Yes ! there are sounds Of revelry within the palaces , And the fair castles of our ...
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... light and reckless hearts once more In Sicily's green vales . Alas ! my boy , Men meet not now to quaff the flowing bowl , To hear the mirthful song , and cast aside The weight of work - day care : - they meet to speak Of wrongs and ...
... light and reckless hearts once more In Sicily's green vales . Alas ! my boy , Men meet not now to quaff the flowing bowl , To hear the mirthful song , and cast aside The weight of work - day care : - they meet to speak Of wrongs and ...
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... The noontide heat is past , and from the seas Light gales are wandering through the vineyards ; now We may resume our toil . [ Exeunt Peasants . VOL . V .. 2 SCENE II . The Terrace of a Castle . - VESPERS OF PALERMO . 13.
... The noontide heat is past , and from the seas Light gales are wandering through the vineyards ; now We may resume our toil . [ Exeunt Peasants . VOL . V .. 2 SCENE II . The Terrace of a Castle . - VESPERS OF PALERMO . 13.
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... light in life . Yet will we not Make womanish tears our offering on his tomb ; He shall have nobler tribute ! -I must hence , But thou shalt soon hear more . Await the time . [ Exeunt separately . SCENE III . The Sea - Shore . RAIMOND ...
... light in life . Yet will we not Make womanish tears our offering on his tomb ; He shall have nobler tribute ! -I must hence , But thou shalt soon hear more . Await the time . [ Exeunt separately . SCENE III . The Sea - Shore . RAIMOND ...
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... Light after light , our glorious visions fade , The vaguely beautiful ! till earth , unveil'd , Lies pale around ; and life's realities Press on the soul , from its unfathom❜d depth Rousing the fiery feelings , and proud thoughts , In ...
... Light after light , our glorious visions fade , The vaguely beautiful ! till earth , unveil'd , Lies pale around ; and life's realities Press on the soul , from its unfathom❜d depth Rousing the fiery feelings , and proud thoughts , In ...
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Anselmo ARABELLA STUART art thou banners bear beautiful beneath bow'd brave breast breath breeze bright brow cheek Conradin Constance Couci dark dead death deep doth dreams dwell e'en earth Eribert Ev'n fair father fear flowers gaze gentle glad glance gleam glorious glow gone Gorsedd grave green grief Guido hath heart heaven hour human voice hush'd Joanna Baillie leaves light lips lone look look'd lyre midst mighty heart Montalba mother mournful night noble o'er pale pass'd planxty pour'd Procida proud Provençal racter Raimond rest rose round SCENE seem'd shining Sicilians Sicily silent sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound speak spirit stood stream strong sunny sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought thro tomb tone Twas unto Vittoria voice warrior wave wild winds woman's wouldst young youth
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Page 237 - 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 293 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever: it may be a sound — A tone of music— summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Page 254 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
Page 268 - Yet speak to me ! I have outwatch'd the stars, And gazed o'er heaven in vain in search of thee. Speak to me ! I have wander'd o'er the earth, And never found thy likeness — Speak to me ! Look on the fiends around — they feel for me : I fear them not, and feel for thee alone — Speak to me ! though it be...
Page 291 - 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 156 - Through many a joyous hour, Where the silvery green of the olive shade Hung dim o'er fount and bower. Yes, thou and I, by stream, by shore, In song, in prayer, in sleep, Have been, as we may be no more ; Kind sister, let me weep...
Page 137 - 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 311 - A change we have found there — and many a change! Faces, and footsteps, and all things strange ! Gone are the heads of the silvery hair, And the young that were have a brow of care, And the place is hush'd where the children play'd — Nought looks the same, save the nest we made...
Page 141 - Yet further may relent : for mightier far Than strength of nerve and sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is love, though oft to agony distrest, And though his favourite seat be feeble woman's breast. But if thou goest, I follow...
Page 291 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the 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.