The Complete Works ...D. Appleton, 1853 |
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12. oldal
... 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 heart Is changed since last we met . Vit . With such a still and solemn earnestness ...
... 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 heart Is changed since last we met . Vit . With such a still and solemn earnestness ...
16. oldal
... thou , whose glance Doth fix itself on memory , and pursue Thought like a spirit , haunting its lone hours ; Reveal thyself , what art thou ? Pro . One , whose life Hath been a troubled stream , and made its way Through rocks and ...
... thou , whose glance Doth fix itself on memory , and pursue Thought like a spirit , haunting its lone hours ; Reveal thyself , what art thou ? Pro . One , whose life Hath been a troubled stream , and made its way Through rocks and ...
17. oldal
... thou art like the rest . What wouldst thou with me ? Pro . I would counsel thee . Thou must do that which men - ay , valiant men- Hourly submit to do ; in the proud court , And in the stately camp , and at the board Of midnight ...
... thou art like the rest . What wouldst thou with me ? Pro . I would counsel thee . Thou must do that which men - ay , valiant men- Hourly submit to do ; in the proud court , And in the stately camp , and at the board Of midnight ...
18. oldal
... thou art all My dreams had pictured thee ! Raim . Yet why so long E'en as a stranger hast thou cross'd my paths , One nameless and unknown ! —and yet I felt Each pulse within me thrilling to thy voice . Pro . Because I would not link thy ...
... thou art all My dreams had pictured thee ! Raim . Yet why so long E'en as a stranger hast thou cross'd my paths , One nameless and unknown ! —and yet I felt Each pulse within me thrilling to thy voice . Pro . Because I would not link thy ...
21. oldal
... thou giv'st the winds And sighing leaves a cadence of thy voice , Till my heart faints with that o'erthrilling joy ! Thou will be with me there , and lend my lips Words , fiery words , to flush dark cheeks with shame , That thou art ...
... thou giv'st the winds And sighing leaves a cadence of thy voice , Till my heart faints with that o'erthrilling joy ! Thou will be with me there , and lend my lips Words , fiery words , to flush dark cheeks with shame , That thou art ...
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art thou beauty bird bless blue stream 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 heart heaven holy hope hour Joanna Baillie leaves light lone lyre midst Montalba mountain mountain bands 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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539. 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.
377. oldal - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
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.
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.
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.
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 - 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.
303. oldal - A rose's brief, bright life of joy, Such unto him was given ; — Go ! thou must play alone, my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven.
478. oldal - For the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers...
137. oldal - 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 of old.