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86. oldal
... holy love , Under the vine or in the citron grove , May breathe from terror . Now the night grows deep , And silent as its clouds , and full of sleep . I hear my veins beat . Hark ! a bell's slow chime ! My heart strikes with it . - Yet ...
... holy love , Under the vine or in the citron grove , May breathe from terror . Now the night grows deep , And silent as its clouds , and full of sleep . I hear my veins beat . Hark ! a bell's slow chime ! My heart strikes with it . - Yet ...
88. oldal
... holy marvels done By strong affection , of deliverance won Through its prevailing power ! Are these things told Till the young weep with rapture , and the old Wonder , yet dare not doubt ; and thou ! oh , thou ! Dost thou forget me in ...
... holy marvels done By strong affection , of deliverance won Through its prevailing power ! Are these things told Till the young weep with rapture , and the old Wonder , yet dare not doubt ; and thou ! oh , thou ! Dost thou forget me in ...
90. oldal
... holy place ; there let them dwell We shall o'ersweep the grave to meet - Farewell ! THE BRIDE OF THE GREEK ISLE . * " Fear ! -I'm a Greek , and how should I fear death ? A slave , and wherefore should I dread my freedom ? · I will not ...
... holy place ; there let them dwell We shall o'ersweep the grave to meet - Farewell ! THE BRIDE OF THE GREEK ISLE . * " Fear ! -I'm a Greek , and how should I fear death ? A slave , and wherefore should I dread my freedom ? · I will not ...
91. oldal
... Holy and pure are the drops that fall When the young bride goes from her father's hall ; She goes unto love yet untried and new , She parts from love which hath still been true ; Mute be the song and the choral strain , Till her heart's ...
... Holy and pure are the drops that fall When the young bride goes from her father's hall ; She goes unto love yet untried and new , She parts from love which hath still been true ; Mute be the song and the choral strain , Till her heart's ...
92. oldal
... holy place of rest Still changeless - yet I go ! Lips , that have lull'd me with your strain , Eyes that have watch'd my sleep ! Will earth give love like yours again ! Sweet mother ! let me weep ! And like a slight young tree , that ...
... holy place of rest Still changeless - yet I go ! Lips , that have lull'd me with your strain , Eyes that have watch'd my sleep ! Will earth give love like yours again ! Sweet mother ! let me weep ! And like a slight young tree , that ...
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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.