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8. oldal
... E'en to the earth . Pea's Child . My father , tell me when Shall the gay dance and song again resound Amidst our chestnut - woods , as in those days Of which thou'rt wont to tell the joyous tale ? 1st Pea . When there are light and ...
... E'en to the earth . Pea's Child . My father , tell me when Shall the gay dance and song again resound Amidst our chestnut - woods , as in those days Of which thou'rt wont to tell the joyous tale ? 1st Pea . When there are light and ...
9. oldal
... e'en here , That kindle at thy words . Pea . If that indeed There is hope Thou hast a hope to give us- Pro . For all who suffer with indignant thoughts Which work in silent strength . What ! think ye Heaven , O'erlooks th ' oppressor ...
... e'en here , That kindle at thy words . Pea . If that indeed There is hope Thou hast a hope to give us- Pro . For all who suffer with indignant thoughts Which work in silent strength . What ! think ye Heaven , O'erlooks th ' oppressor ...
11. oldal
... e'en where chains lie heaviest on the land , Souls may not all be fetter'd . Oft , ere now , Conquerors have rock'd the earth , yet fail'd to tame Unto their purposes that restless fire Inhabiting man's breast . - A spark bursts forth ...
... e'en where chains lie heaviest on the land , Souls may not all be fetter'd . Oft , ere now , Conquerors have rock'd the earth , yet fail'd to tame Unto their purposes that restless fire Inhabiting man's breast . - A spark bursts forth ...
12. oldal
Mrs. Hemans. E'en yet is unatoned . - My heart beats nigh- -Oh , welcome , welcome ! thou art Procida , Th ' Avenger , the Deliverer ! Call me so , Pro . When my great task is done . Yet who can tell If the return'd be welcome ? -Many a ...
Mrs. Hemans. E'en yet is unatoned . - My heart beats nigh- -Oh , welcome , welcome ! thou art Procida , Th ' Avenger , the Deliverer ! Call me so , Pro . When my great task is done . Yet who can tell If the return'd be welcome ? -Many a ...
13. oldal
... e'en yet shall bring his spirit near While thus we hold communion ? Pro . Yes , I feel Its breathing influence whilst I look on thee , Who wert its light in life . Yet will we not Make womanish tears our offering on his tomb ; He shall ...
... e'en yet shall bring his spirit near While thus we hold communion ? Pro . Yes , I feel Its breathing influence whilst I look on thee , Who wert its light in life . Yet will we not Make womanish tears our offering on his tomb ; He shall ...
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art thou beauty bless bowers breast breath breeze bright bright band brow child clouds Conradin dark dead death deep doth dreams dwell E'en earth faint fair farewell father fear flowers gaze gentle glad glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave grief harp hath haunted heart heaven holy hope hour Joanna Baillie leaves light lone lyre MARGUERITE OF FRANCE midst Montalba mountain mournful night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer PROCIDA proud Provençal Raim Raimond Rhine rich rill rose round scene seem'd shadow shed shine Sicilians Sicily silent sing skies sleep smile soft soft eyes solemn song soul sound spirit stars stranger's heart stream strong sunny sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought thrilling tomb tone Twas unto voice wandering wave weep whisper wild wind wings woods young
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169. oldal - 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.
519. oldal - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine; what is low, raise and support...
251. oldal - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
137. oldal - 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. The merry homes of England ! Around their hearths by night, What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or .childhood's tale is told, Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page...
167. oldal - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free...
167. oldal - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth.
167. oldal - 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.
168. oldal - 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.
262. oldal - 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, For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, — It is there, it is there, my child!
262. oldal - 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.