The Poetical Works of Mrs. Felicia Hemans, Volume 2Evert Duyckinck, 1828 |
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... 175 · 176 178 Woman on the Field of Battle 179 Man and Woman 181 Owain Glyndwr's War Song 183 Lines on the Tomb of Madam Langhans 184 Madeline 185 Wings of the Dove : 188 viii CONTENTS . Page The Voice of Home 190 Ancient CONTENTS . vii.
... 175 · 176 178 Woman on the Field of Battle 179 Man and Woman 181 Owain Glyndwr's War Song 183 Lines on the Tomb of Madam Langhans 184 Madeline 185 Wings of the Dove : 188 viii CONTENTS . Page The Voice of Home 190 Ancient CONTENTS . vii.
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... line sounds not , where the wrecks lie low , What shall wake thence the dead ? -Blest , blest are they That earth to earth intrust ; for they may know And tend the dwelling whence the slumberer's clay Shall rise at last , and bid the ...
... line sounds not , where the wrecks lie low , What shall wake thence the dead ? -Blest , blest are they That earth to earth intrust ; for they may know And tend the dwelling whence the slumberer's clay Shall rise at last , and bid the ...
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... line 23 . And sighing through the feathery canes , & c . The canes in some parts of the American forests form a thick undergrowth for many hundred miles . - See Hodgson's Letters from North America , vol . i . p . 242 . Note 2 , page ...
... line 23 . And sighing through the feathery canes , & c . The canes in some parts of the American forests form a thick undergrowth for many hundred miles . - See Hodgson's Letters from North America , vol . i . p . 242 . Note 2 , page ...
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... lines 1 , 2 , 3 . Thou hast perish'd More nobly far my Alvar ! —making known The might of truth . For a more interesting account of the Spanish Protestants , and the heroic devotion with which they met the spirit of persecution in the ...
... lines 1 , 2 , 3 . Thou hast perish'd More nobly far my Alvar ! —making known The might of truth . For a more interesting account of the Spanish Protestants , and the heroic devotion with which they met the spirit of persecution in the ...
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... lines 28 , 29 , 30 . I would have call'd , adjuring the dark cloud ; To the most ancient Heavens I would have said " -Speak to me ! show me truth ! " For one of the most powerful and impressive pictures per- haps ever drawn of a young ...
... lines 28 , 29 , 30 . I would have call'd , adjuring the dark cloud ; To the most ancient Heavens I would have said " -Speak to me ! show me truth ! " For one of the most powerful and impressive pictures per- haps ever drawn of a young ...
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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.