The Poetical Work of Mrs. Felicia Hemans, Volume 2Nathan Whiting, 1828 |
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... 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 eye , Thou hast all the range of the sunny sky , And what is our grief ...
... 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 eye , Thou hast all the range of the sunny sky , And what is our grief ...
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... breeze Bore across the moaning seas To his ear their thrilling strain : " There are songs in Odin's Hall , For the brave , ere night to fall ! Doth the great sun hide his ray ? — He must bring a wrathful day ! Sleeps the falchion in its ...
... breeze Bore across the moaning seas To his ear their thrilling strain : " There are songs in Odin's Hall , For the brave , ere night to fall ! Doth the great sun hide his ray ? — He must bring a wrathful day ! Sleeps the falchion in its ...
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... " Scenes of Infancy . " + The stones on the banks of the Oronoco , called by the South American missionaries Laxas de Musica , and alluded to in a form- er note . Yet on the breeze thou still wouldst hear The music 24 LAYS OF MANY LANDS .
... " Scenes of Infancy . " + The stones on the banks of the Oronoco , called by the South American missionaries Laxas de Musica , and alluded to in a form- er note . Yet on the breeze thou still wouldst hear The music 24 LAYS OF MANY LANDS .
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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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... breeze a knell The hamlets pour , - -We know its cause too well , She is no more ! Earth shrouds with burial sod Her soft eye's blue , - -Now o'er the gifts of God F'all tears like dew ! * For the year of the queen of Prussia's death ...
... breeze a knell The hamlets pour , - -We know its cause too well , She is no more ! Earth shrouds with burial sod Her soft eye's blue , - -Now o'er the gifts of God F'all tears like dew ! * For the year of the queen of Prussia's death ...
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art thou banners beauty beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blue blue streams bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land bright wave brow cheek child dark dead death deep dreams dust dwell earth Eolian ev'n fair falchion farewell father flowers fount gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow Glyndwr's gone grave green hath heard heart Heaven holy hour joyous Lake of Lucerne land leaves light lone look look'd lyre midst mirth mother mountain mournful murmur night o'er pale pass'd proud rest rills rose round Sea-king shade shadow shining shore silent sleep slumber smile soft soft winds solemn song soul sound spear spirit stars stranger's heart stream sunny sunny brow sweet sword tears thee thine thou art thou hast thought tomb tone tree unto voice wakeful eye wanderer wave weep wert whispering wild wind woods wouldst young
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Page 66 - 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.
Page 46 - Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies. — Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful Main...
Page 67 - 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. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 62 - 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 117 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest; with, such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Page 93 - 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 ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Page 64 - Come forth, O ye children of gladness, come! Where the violets lie may be now your home. Ye of the rose-cheek and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me, fly, With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay: Come forth to the sunshine: I may not stay!
Page 172 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand? Is it there, sweet mother! that better land? Not there, not there, my child ! Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Page 47 - 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.
Page 89 - 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. One...