The Poetical Work of Mrs. Felicia Hemans, Volume 2Evert Duyckinck, 1828 - English poetry |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 67
Page 11
... soul , my Leonor ! Silence rose up where hearts no hope could share : -Alas ! for those that love , and may not blend in prayer ! XLVI . We could not pray together ' midst the deep , Which , like a floor of sapphire , round us lay ...
... soul , my Leonor ! Silence rose up where hearts no hope could share : -Alas ! for those that love , and may not blend in prayer ! XLVI . We could not pray together ' midst the deep , Which , like a floor of sapphire , round us lay ...
Page 12
... soul with quiet , there they lay All moveless through their blue transparence keeping , The shadows of our sails , from day to day ; While she - oh ! strongest in the strong heart's wo- And yet I live ! I feel the sunshine's glow- And I ...
... soul with quiet , there they lay All moveless through their blue transparence keeping , The shadows of our sails , from day to day ; While she - oh ! strongest in the strong heart's wo- And yet I live ! I feel the sunshine's glow- And I ...
Page 13
... soul that hung , And thence flow'd forth . - But now the sun was low , And watching by my side its last red glow , That ever stills the heart , once more she sung Her own soft " Ora , mater ! " - and the sound Was even like love's ...
... soul that hung , And thence flow'd forth . - But now the sun was low , And watching by my side its last red glow , That ever stills the heart , once more she sung Her own soft " Ora , mater ! " - and the sound Was even like love's ...
Page 14
... souls upon the dust - nor tremble to adore ! LVII . But the true parting came ! -I look'd my last On the sad beauty of that slumbering face ; How could I think the lovely spirit pass'd , Which there had left so tenderly its trace ? Yet ...
... souls upon the dust - nor tremble to adore ! LVII . But the true parting came ! -I look'd my last On the sad beauty of that slumbering face ; How could I think the lovely spirit pass'd , Which there had left so tenderly its trace ? Yet ...
Page 15
... love His creatures bear each other , ev'n if blent With a vain worship ; for its close is dim Ever with grief , which leads the wrung soul back to Him ! 16 THE FOREST SANCTUARY . LXIV . And with a THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 15.
... love His creatures bear each other , ev'n if blent With a vain worship ; for its close is dim Ever with grief , which leads the wrung soul back to Him ! 16 THE FOREST SANCTUARY . LXIV . And with a THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 15.
Common terms and phrases
Ali Pacha art thou banners beauty beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blue blue streams bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land brow call'd cheek child dark dead death deep dreams dust dwell earth Eolian ev'n fade fair falchion farewell father flowers forest fount gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave green hath hear heard heart Heaven holy hour joyous Lake of Lucerne land leaves light lone look look'd lyre midst mirth mother mournful night o'er Odin Oronoco pale pass'd pines pour'd rest rills Rio verde rocks round Sea-king seem'd shades shadow shining shore silent sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound spear spirit stars stranger's heart streams sunny sweet sword tears thee Theseus thine thou art Thou hast thought tomb tone tree trumpet unto voice wave weep wert wild wind woods wouldst young
Popular passages
Page 135 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Page 115 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Page 86 - I COME, I come! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song; Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose .stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves opening as I pass.
Page 111 - 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.
Page 88 - 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. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came; Not with the roll of 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.
Page 194 - Not there, not there, my child." Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies, Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds, on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ? " Not there, not there, my child.
Page 84 - England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave '• Are not the rocks their funeral piles, The seas and shores their grave ' Go, stranger ! track the deep, Free, free the white sail spread Wave may not foam, nor wild wind sweep, Where rest not England's dead.
Page 137 - Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone — nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. 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.
Page 194 - 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 ; Far beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb — It is there, it is there, my child !
Page 68 - Yet more ! the billows and the depths have more ! High hearts and brave are gathered to thy breast ! They hear not now the booming waters roar, The battle-thunders will not break their rest. Keep thy red gold and gems, thou stormy grave...