Works: With a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her Genius, Volume 6Sea & Blanchard, 1842 |
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... mournful altar - mine , all mine : - Brother and Friend soon left me that sole shrine , The birthright of the faithful ! -their world's wave Soon swept them from its brink . - Oh ! deem thou not That on the sad and consecrated spot My ...
... mournful altar - mine , all mine : - Brother and Friend soon left me that sole shrine , The birthright of the faithful ! -their world's wave Soon swept them from its brink . - Oh ! deem thou not That on the sad and consecrated spot My ...
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... mournful truth , By the lost promise of my blighted youth , By the strong chain a mighty love can bind On the beloved , the spell of mind o'er mind ; By words , which in themselves are magic high , Arm'd , and inspired , and wing'd with ...
... mournful truth , By the lost promise of my blighted youth , By the strong chain a mighty love can bind On the beloved , the spell of mind o'er mind ; By words , which in themselves are magic high , Arm'd , and inspired , and wing'd with ...
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... mournful thing is love which grows to one so wild as thou , With that bright restlessness of eye , that tameless fire of brow ! Mournful ! -but dearer far I call its mingled fear and pride , And the trouble of its happiness , than aught ...
... mournful thing is love which grows to one so wild as thou , With that bright restlessness of eye , that tameless fire of brow ! Mournful ! -but dearer far I call its mingled fear and pride , And the trouble of its happiness , than aught ...
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... mournful to my soul . 66 — My brother ! oh ! my brother ! thou art gone , – the true and brave , And the haughty joy of victory hath died upon thy grave ; There are many round my throne to stand , and to march where I lead on ; There ...
... mournful to my soul . 66 — My brother ! oh ! my brother ! thou art gone , – the true and brave , And the haughty joy of victory hath died upon thy grave ; There are many round my throne to stand , and to march where I lead on ; There ...
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... ; I bless thee , faithful friend and guide , For my own , my treasured share , In the mournful secrets of thy soul , In thy sorrow , in thy prayer . THE VAUDOIS WIFE . I bless thee for kind looks 48 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
... ; I bless thee , faithful friend and guide , For my own , my treasured share , In the mournful secrets of thy soul , In thy sorrow , in thy prayer . THE VAUDOIS WIFE . I bless thee for kind looks 48 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
Palavras e frases frequentes
ANCESTRAL SONG art thou Auvergne bear beauty BERNARDO DEL CARPIO bless'd blessing blue streams bower breast breath bright brother brow child childhood's clouds dark dead death deep dreams dwell e'en earth faint fair farewell fill'd flowers fount gaze gentle GIULIO REGONDI glad glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave grief hath haunted heaven holy hour JOANNA BAILLIE Leonora d'Este LICHFIELD CATHEDRAL light linger lone lyre MARGUERITE OF FRANCE midst mighty mingled mirth mountain mournful night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer proud Rhine rich rose seem'd shadow shed shore shrine silent sing skies sleep smile soft solemn song soul sound spirit stranger's heart stream strong sunny sunset tree sweet Tasso tears thee thine things Thou art Thou hast thought thrilling thy heart tomb tone unto voice wander wave weep wild wind wings
Passagens conhecidas
Página 333 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade— I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's...
Página 122 - 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.
Página 141 - 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.
Página 62 - Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire, Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed,— Thou canst not ? — and a king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head...
Página 78 - The better days of life were ours; The worst can be but mine; The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers, Shall never more be thine.
Página 60 - They might have chained him, as before that stony form he stood, For the power was stricken from his arm, and from his lip the blood. "Father!
Página 240 - Ah ! then if mine had been the painter's hand To express what then I saw, and add the gleam, The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream...
Página 172 - I IN these flowery meads would be : These crystal streams should solace me; To whose harmonious bubbling noise I with my angle would rejoice. Sit here, and see the turtle-dove Court his chaste mate to acts of love; Or on that bank, feel the west wind Breathe health and plenty; please my mind. To see sweet dewdrops kiss these flowers. And then...
Página 112 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Página 52 - Whispered my native streams ; " Hath the spirit nursed amidst hill and grove. Still revered its first high dreams?