Records of Woman, and Other PoemsWilliam Blackwood and Sons, 1850 - 270 oldal |
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... gone To the grave's bosom , with thy radiant brow- If thy deep - thrilling voice , with that low tone Of earnest tenderness , which now , even now Seems floating through my soul , were music taken For ever from this world - oh ! thus ...
... gone To the grave's bosom , with thy radiant brow- If thy deep - thrilling voice , with that low tone Of earnest tenderness , which now , even now Seems floating through my soul , were music taken For ever from this world - oh ! thus ...
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... gone.- Mother who stands on the deck alone ? The child of thy bosom ! —and lo ! a brand Blazing up high in her lifted hand ! And her veil flung back , and her free dark hair Swayed by the flames as they rock and flare ; And her fragile ...
... gone.- Mother who stands on the deck alone ? The child of thy bosom ! —and lo ! a brand Blazing up high in her lifted hand ! And her veil flung back , and her free dark hair Swayed by the flames as they rock and flare ; And her fragile ...
26. oldal
... gone , Shaking thine inmost bosom with a tone Of lost affection , -something that may prove What she hath been , whose melancholy love On thee was lavished - silent pang and tear , And fervent song that gushed when none were near , And ...
... gone , Shaking thine inmost bosom with a tone Of lost affection , -something that may prove What she hath been , whose melancholy love On thee was lavished - silent pang and tear , And fervent song that gushed when none were near , And ...
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... gone by , And the rich maple o'er her wanderings lone Its crimson leaves in many a shower had strown , Flushing the air ; and winter's blast had been Amidst the pines ; and now a softer green Fringed their dark boughs : for spring again ...
... gone by , And the rich maple o'er her wanderings lone Its crimson leaves in many a shower had strown , Flushing the air ; and winter's blast had been Amidst the pines ; and now a softer green Fringed their dark boughs : for spring again ...
44. oldal
... gone , Thither I go . There will my sisters be , And the dead parents , lisping at whose knee My childhood's prayer was learned - the Saviour's prayer Which now ye know - and I shall meet you there . Father , and gentle mother ! ye have ...
... gone , Thither I go . There will my sisters be , And the dead parents , lisping at whose knee My childhood's prayer was learned - the Saviour's prayer Which now ye know - and I shall meet you there . Father , and gentle mother ! ye have ...
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ARABELLA STUART art thou banners bard beauty beneath bird blue bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright brow CADER IDRIS CASWALLON cheek child cloud crown dark dead death deep dream dwell earth fair FAIR ISLE farewell fear flowers gaze gentle glad glance gleam gloom glory glow GLYNDWR'S gone grave green grief Gwynedd hall harp hath heart heaven hills holy hour hushed JOANNA BAILLIE leaves light Llywarch Hen lone look lyre midst mother mournful murmur night o'er OWAIN CYFEILIOG pale passed planxty poured proud ringdove rose round shadow shining silent singing sleep smile Snowdon soft solemn song soul sound spirit star stood storm stream strong sunny sweet swell sword tears thee thine thou art Thou hast Thou'rt thought tomb tone Twas unto voice wandering warriors wave weep Welsh whisper wild winds woods young
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143. oldal - 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. 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. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white waves' foam; And the rocking pines of the forest roared—...
192. oldal - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
135. oldal - We roll In light and power on high ; But, of the never-dying soul, Ask that which cannot die.
164. oldal - 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.
96. oldal - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves ; And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves.
142. oldal - 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 the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame...
163. oldal - THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD. THEY grew in beauty side by side. They filled one home with glee ; Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea.
164. oldal - ... O'er his low bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are drest Above the noble slain : He wrapt his colours round his breast On a blood-red field of Spain. And one — o'er her the myrtle showers Its leaves, by soft winds fanned ; She faded midst Italian flowers — The last of that bright band. And parted thus they rest, who played Beneath the same green tree ; Whose voices mingled as they prayed Around one parent knee...
134. oldal - And what have ye found in the monarch's dome, Since last ye traversed the blue sea's foam ?— " We have found a change, we have found a pall, And a gloom o'ershadowing the banquet's hall, And a mark on the floor as of life-drops spilt— Nought looks the same, save the nest we built!
159. oldal - Rome, Rome ! thou art no more As thou hast been ! Rome ! thine imperial brow Never shall rise : What hast thou left thee now ? — Thou hast thy skies ! Blue, deeply blue, they are.