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... Water - Lilies , The Broken Flower , I would we had not met again , MEMORIAL . Fairies Recall , 1. The Sacred Har ,. 508 The Rock Beside the Sea , II . To a Family Bit e , ib . O , ye voices gone , III . Repose of a Hol Family , ib . By ...
... Water - Lilies , The Broken Flower , I would we had not met again , MEMORIAL . Fairies Recall , 1. The Sacred Har ,. 508 The Rock Beside the Sea , II . To a Family Bit e , ib . O , ye voices gone , III . Repose of a Hol Family , ib . By ...
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... waters , the air had stirr'd ; The stars were shining o'er tower and wave , And the camp lay hush'd as a wizard's cave ; But the Christians woke that night . They rear'd the Cid on his barbed steed , Like a warrior mail'd for the hour ...
... waters , the air had stirr'd ; The stars were shining o'er tower and wave , And the camp lay hush'd as a wizard's cave ; But the Christians woke that night . They rear'd the Cid on his barbed steed , Like a warrior mail'd for the hour ...
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... may not stay . Away from the dwellings of care - worn men , The waters are sparkling in grove and glen ! * Originally published in the New Monthly Magazine . RECORDS OF WOMAN . Away from the chamber and sullen 82 THE VOICE OF SPRING .
... may not stay . Away from the dwellings of care - worn men , The waters are sparkling in grove and glen ! * Originally published in the New Monthly Magazine . RECORDS OF WOMAN . Away from the chamber and sullen 82 THE VOICE OF SPRING .
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... waters to the light , And thee , my Seymour , thee ! I will not sink ! Thou , thou hast rent the heavy chain that bound thee ! And this shall be my strength - tne joy to think That thou may'st wander with heaven's breath around thee And ...
... waters to the light , And thee , my Seymour , thee ! I will not sink ! Thou , thou hast rent the heavy chain that bound thee ! And this shall be my strength - tne joy to think That thou may'st wander with heaven's breath around thee And ...
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... waters , and along The chamois paths , and through the forests go ; And tell , in burning words , thy tale of wrong To the brave hearts that ' midst the hamlets glow God shall be with thee , my beloved ! -Away ! Bless but thy child ...
... waters , and along The chamois paths , and through the forests go ; And tell , in burning words , thy tale of wrong To the brave hearts that ' midst the hamlets glow God shall be with thee , my beloved ! -Away ! Bless but thy child ...
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Page 169 - 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 519 - 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...
Page 251 - 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.
Page 137 - 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...
Page 167 - 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 167 - 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.
Page 167 - 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.
Page 168 - 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 262 - 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!
Page 262 - 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.