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" 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. "
The Poetical Work of Mrs. Felicia Hemans - 47. oldal
szerző: Mrs. Hemans - 1828
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The Edinburgh Annual Register, 16. kötet,1-3. rész

Walter Scott - 1824 - 966 oldal
...festal eong ! ' Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown, —But all is not thine own ! To thee the love of woman hath gone down, Dark flow thy tides...precious things from thee, — Restore the dead, thou Sea ! LINES ON A SLEEPING INFANT. ART thou a thing of mortal birth, Whose happy home is on our earth ?...

The Edinburgh Annual Register, for 1808-26, 16. kötet

1824 - 966 oldal
...thine own ! To thee the Idve of woman hath gone down, Dark flow thy tides o'er manhood s noble lic.-ul, O'er youth's bright locks and beauty's flowery crown...precious things from thee, — Restore the dead, thou Sea ! LINES ON A SLEEPING INFANT. ART thou a thing ttFmdrtal blrtb, Whose happy home is on bur earth ?...

The Edinburgh Annual Register, 16. kötet

Walter Scott - 1824 - 962 oldal
...festal song ! Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown, —But all is not thine own ! To thee the love of woman hath gone down, Dark flow thy tides o'er manhood s noble head, O'er youth's bright locks and beauty's flowery crown ; — Yet must thou hear...

New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, 8. kötet

Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - 590 oldal
...festal song ! Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown, — But all is not thine own ! To thee the love of woman hath gone down, Dark flow thy tides...precious things from thee, — Restore the Dead, thou Sea ! THE WINDS. A DIALOGUE. Spirit 1. — HARK! — what trampling sound is nigh, — Tis above us, —...

The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal, 6. kötet

1823 - 592 oldal
...festal song ! Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown, — But all is not thine own ! To thee the love of woman hath gone down, Dark flow thy tides...things from thee, — Restore the Dead, thou Sea! Spinl 1. — HARK ! — what trampling sound is nigh, — "Pis above us, — in the sky ? — Sp. 2....

The Museum of Foreign Literature, Science and Art, 3. kötet

1823 - 584 oldal
...festal song ! Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown, — But all is not thine own ! To thee the love of woman hath gone down, Dark flow thy tides...precious things from thee, — Restore the Dead, thou Sea ! JVWw Month. Mag. FROM THE LIBERAL. DR. CHALMEKS AND MR. IRVING. THE Scotch at present seem to bear...

The New Monthly Magazine, 6. kötet

1823 - 592 oldal
...festal song ! Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown, — But all is not thine owu ! To thee the love of woman hath gone down, Dark flow thy tides...manhood's noble head, O'er youth's bright locks and beautv's flowery crown; — Yet must thon hear a voice — Restore the dead ! Earth shall reclaim her...

The Edinburgh Annual Register, 16. kötet

Walter Scott - 1824 - 966 oldal
...festal song ! Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown, —But all is not thine own ! To thee the love of woman hath gone down, Dark flow thy tides...precious things from thee, — Restore the dead, thou Sea ! LINES ON A SLEEPING INFANT. ART thou a thing of mortal birth, Whose happy home is on our earth ?...

The Unitarian Miscellany and Christian Monitor, 5. kötet

1824 - 342 oldal
...towers o'erthrown, — But all is not thine own! To thee the love of woman hath gone down, Dark flow the tides o'er manhood's noble head, O'er youth's bright...precious things from thee, Restore the dead, thou sea! Caiman's Dedication Sermon. IN our number for last July, there was a notice of the dedication of a...

The Forest Sanctuary: And Other Poems

Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1825 - 222 oldal
...festal song ! Hold fast thy buried Isles, thy towers o'erthrown — But all is not thine own. To thee the love of woman hath gone down, Dark flow thy tides...! — Restore the dead, thou sea ! BRING FLOWERS. BRING flowers, young flowers, for the festal board, To wreathe the cup ere the wine is pour'd ; Bring...




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