Works: With a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her Genius, Volume 6Sea & Blanchard, 1842 |
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ANCESTRAL SONG art thou beauty BERNARDO DEL CARPIO bless'd blessing bower breast breath bright brow burning child childhood's cloud dark dead death deep dreams dwell e'en earth faint fair farewell fill'd fled flowers fount fountain gentle glad glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow grief hath haunt heaven high Crusade holy hour JOANNA BAILLIE Leonora d'Este LICHFIELD CATHEDRAL light lone lyre MADAME DE STAEL MARGUERITE OF FRANCE midst mighty mine-a mingled mirth mournful murmur 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 soul's sound spirit stranger's heart stream strong summer sunny sunset tree sunshine sweet swell tears thee thine things Thou hast thought thrilling thy heart tomb tone unto voice wanderings wave weep whispers wild wind wings
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 52 - Whispered my native streams ; " Hath the spirit nursed amidst hill and grove. Still revered its first high dreams?