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... dewy flowers , Of hopes unto sorrow given , That spring through the gloom of the darkest hours , Looking alone to heaven ! " VOL . VII . B ECHO - SONG . IN thy cavern - hall , THE WANDERER AND THE NIGHT - FLOWERS . 17.
... dewy flowers , Of hopes unto sorrow given , That spring through the gloom of the darkest hours , Looking alone to heaven ! " VOL . VII . B ECHO - SONG . IN thy cavern - hall , THE WANDERER AND THE NIGHT - FLOWERS . 17.
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... Unto the faint wind sigh'd melodiously , And where the sculpture of a broken shrine Sent out thro ' shadowy grass and thick wild - flowers Dim alabaster gleams — a lonely swan Warbled his death - chant ; and a poet stood Listening to ...
... Unto the faint wind sigh'd melodiously , And where the sculpture of a broken shrine Sent out thro ' shadowy grass and thick wild - flowers Dim alabaster gleams — a lonely swan Warbled his death - chant ; and a poet stood Listening to ...
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... unto hall and bower In England's olden time ! Sadly ' twas heard by him who came From the fields of his toil at night , And who might not see his own hearth - flame In his children's eyes make light . Sternly and sadly heard , As it ...
... unto hall and bower In England's olden time ! Sadly ' twas heard by him who came From the fields of his toil at night , And who might not see his own hearth - flame In his children's eyes make light . Sternly and sadly heard , As it ...
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... Unto thankful bliss we will change our mirth , With a thought of the olden days ! THE CALL TO BATTLE . " Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro , And gathering tears , and tremblings of distress , And there were sudden partings ...
... Unto thankful bliss we will change our mirth , With a thought of the olden days ! THE CALL TO BATTLE . " Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro , And gathering tears , and tremblings of distress , And there were sudden partings ...
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... Unto them have yielded up Fragrant bell and starry cup : Chaplets are on every brow- What hath staid the wand'rers now ? * Of these songs , the ones entitled , " Ye are not missed , fair Flowers , " the " Willow Song , " " Leave me not ...
... Unto them have yielded up Fragrant bell and starry cup : Chaplets are on every brow- What hath staid the wand'rers now ? * Of these songs , the ones entitled , " Ye are not missed , fair Flowers , " the " Willow Song , " " Leave me not ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
archer bands art thou beauty bless thee bless'd bosom bow'd breast breath bright bright bands brow calm child clouds dark dear Jessy death deep didst divine doth dread dreams E'en earth earthly Enonio eyes faint faith Father Father divine fear FELICIA HEMANS flowers fond gentle gift glad gleaming gloom glory glow golden willow harvest band hath hear heart heaven Hemans Herrmann hills holy hope hour hues human hymn immortal leaves light lone lowly lyre meek midst mighty mountain ne'er night o'er once pale pass'd poetry poets prayer pure repose rich round scene shadow shed shine shy song silent sing sleep smile soft solemn song soul sound spirit stars strain stream sweet swift wind tears tender thine thou hast thought thrilling tone trembling Unto vernal voice wake wandering wave weep wild wind wings woods words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 3 - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Seite 33 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Seite 324 - You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Seite 218 - And Rizpah the daughter of Aiah took sackcloth, and spread it for her upon the rock, from the beginning of harvest until water dropped upon them out of heaven, and suffered neither the birds of the air to rest on them by day, nor the beasts of the field by night.
Seite 270 - tis Death itself there dies. EPITAPH. STOP, Christian Passer-by — Stop, child of God, And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he — O lift one thought in prayer for STC ; That he who many a year with toil of breath Found death in life, may here find life in death ! Mercy for praise — to be forgiven for fame He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou the same ! AN ODE TO THE RAIN.
Seite 20 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Seite 208 - Clasp me a little longer on the brink Of fate ! while I can feel thy dear caress ; And when this heart hath ceased to beat — oh ! think, And let it mitigate thy woe's excess, That thou hast been to me all tenderness, And friend to more than human friendship just. Oh ! by that retrospect of happiness, And by the hopes of an immortal trust, God shall assuage thy pangs — when I am laid in dust...
Seite 233 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Seite 292 - 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 waking 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.
Seite 199 - One spirit, His Who wore the platted thorns with bleeding brows, Rules universal nature. Not a flower But shows some touch, in freckle, streak, or stain, Of his unrivall'd pencil. He inspires Their balmy odours, and imparts their hues, And bathes their eyes with nectar, and includes, In grains as countless as the seaside sands, The forms with which he sprinkles all the earth.