The Poetical Works of Mrs. Felicia Hemans, Volume 2Evert Duyckinck, 1828 |
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... . The Treasures of the Deep Bring Flowers The Crusader's Return Thekla's Song , or , The Voice of a Spirit , -from the German of Schiller 279232 68 69 70 72 vi The Revellers CONTENTS . The Conqueror's Sleep Our Lady's 1 *
... . The Treasures of the Deep Bring Flowers The Crusader's Return Thekla's Song , or , The Voice of a Spirit , -from the German of Schiller 279232 68 69 70 72 vi The Revellers CONTENTS . The Conqueror's Sleep Our Lady's 1 *
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... Flowers 151 152 154 The Parting Ship 155 The Penitent's Offering 156 The Image of Lava 157 The World in the Open Air 159 The Captive Knight 160 The Bride's Farewell 161 The Vigil of Arms 162 The Last Tree of the Forest 164 The Queen of ...
... Flowers 151 152 154 The Parting Ship 155 The Penitent's Offering 156 The Image of Lava 157 The World in the Open Air 159 The Captive Knight 160 The Bride's Farewell 161 The Vigil of Arms 162 The Last Tree of the Forest 164 The Queen of ...
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... flowers , beneath her graceful tread ! -But the calm bound us ' midst the glassy main ; Ne'er was her step to bend earth's living flower again . L. Yes ! as if heaven upon the waves were sleeping , Vexing my soul with quiet , there they ...
... flowers , beneath her graceful tread ! -But the calm bound us ' midst the glassy main ; Ne'er was her step to bend earth's living flower again . L. Yes ! as if heaven upon the waves were sleeping , Vexing my soul with quiet , there they ...
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... flowering myrtle , and sweet citron's breath- -Oh ! with what vivid hues life comes back oft on death ! LIV . And from her lips the mountain - songs of old , In wild faint snatches , fitfully had sprung ; Songs of the orange bower , the ...
... flowering myrtle , and sweet citron's breath- -Oh ! with what vivid hues life comes back oft on death ! LIV . And from her lips the mountain - songs of old , In wild faint snatches , fitfully had sprung ; Songs of the orange bower , the ...
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... flowers - makes moan above her grave ! LVIII . On the mid - seas a knell ! -for man was there , Anguish and love - the mourner with his dead ! A long low - rolling knell - a voice of prayer- Dark glassy waters , like a desert spread ...
... flowers - makes moan above her grave ! LVIII . On the mid - seas a knell ! -for man was there , Anguish and love - the mourner with his dead ! A long low - rolling knell - a voice of prayer- Dark glassy waters , like a desert spread ...
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Page 88 - 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!
Page 89 - 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.
Page 85 - 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...
Page 68 - Give back the lost and lovely ! — those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long ! The prayer went up...
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.
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 ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Page 135 - Speak, father," once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
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 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 - 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. Is it far away in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, 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.