The forest sanctuary, and other poems; Records of woman, with other poemsHilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins, 1827 |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ARABELLA STUART art thou beautiful beneath blue streams bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land brow cheek child close and true dark dead death deep didst dream dust dwell earth Ev'n faded faint fair fair brow farewell father fear FELICIA HEMANS fled floating flowers forest fount gathering film gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glow gone grave green grief hair hath heart heaven holy hour JOANNA BAILLIE joyous leave light lips lone look'd lov'd lyre midst mine-a mother mournful night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer reckless play rest RHEIMS rose round seem'd shade shadow shining shore silent sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound spirit stood storm stream strong sunny sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thou wert thought tomb tone Twas unto voice wave weep wild wind woman's woods young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 160 - 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...
Seite 225 - Father, by the breeze of eve, Called thy harvest work to leave ; — Pray, ere yet the dark hours be ; Lift the heart and bend the knee. Traveller, in the stranger's land, Far from thine own household band ; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone ; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath not leave to dwell ; Sailor, on the darkening sea, Lift the heart and bend the knee.
Seite 229 - Ye of the rose-cheek and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep to meet me fly, With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay, Come forth to the sunshine, I may not stay...
Seite 91 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Seite 192 - Bring flowers, fresh flowers, for the bride to wear ; They were born to blush in her shining hair, She is leaving the home of her childhood's mirth, She hath bid farewell to her father's hearth, Her place is now by another's side — Bring flowers for the locks of the fair young bride.
Seite 97 - And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air, where it comes and goes like the warbling of music, than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.
Seite 132 - And we know they have quench'd their fever's thirst From the Fountain of youth ere now, For there must the stream in its freshness burst Which none may find below ! And we know that they will not be lured to earth From the land of deathless flowers, By the feast, or the dance, or the song of mirth, Though their hearts were once with ours : Though they sat with us by the night-fire's blaze, And bent with us the bow, And heard the tales of our fathers...
Seite 226 - Warrior, that from battle won Breathest now at set of sun ! Woman, o'er the lowly slain Weeping on his burial plain ; Ye that triumph, ye that sigh, Kindred by one holy tie, Heaven's first star alike ye see — Lift the heart and bend the knee...
Seite 237 - Nought looks the same, save the nest we made ! " Sad is your tale of the beautiful earth, Birds that o'ersweep it in power and mirth ! Yet through the wastes of the trackless air Ye have a guide, and shall we despair? Ye over desert and deep have pass'd — So may we reach our bright home at last ! THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD.
Seite 225 - CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light fades away; Mother, with thine earnest eye Ever following silently ; Father, by the breeze of eve Called thy harvest- work to leave ; Pray ! — ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the knee...