The Improvisatrice; and Other PoemsHurst, Robinson and Company ... and Archibald Constable and Company Edinburgh., 1824 - Počet stran: 326 |
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Strana 290 - LOOKED upon his brow, — no sign Of guilt or fear was there ; He stood as proud by that death-shrine As even o'er Despair He had a power; in his eye There was a quenchless energy, A spirit that could dare The deadliest form that Death could take, And dare it for the daring's sake. u2 He stood, the fetters on his hand, — He raised them haughtily...
Strana 319 - ... smile that he wore was cold and wan, For the shadow of death hung o'er him. He spoke of victory, — spoke of cheer : — These are words that are vainly spoken- To the childless mother or orphan's ear, Or the widow whose heart is broken. A helmet and sword are engraved on the stone, Half hidden by yonder willow ; There he sleeps, whose death in battle was won But who died on his own home-pillow ! SONG OF THE HUNTER'S BRIDE.
Strana 285 - Played on the bubbles; shared each in the store Of cither's garden; and together read Of him, the master of the desert isle, Till a low hut, a gun, and a canoe, Bounded their wishes. Or if ever came A thought of future days, 'twas but to say That they would share each other's lot, and do Wonders, no doubt. But this was vain: they parted With promises of long remembrance, words Whose kindness was the heart's, and those warm tears, Hidden like shame by the young eyes which shed them, But which are...
Strana 235 - As silent and slow they followed the dead. The riderless horse was led in the rear, There were white plumes waving over the bier; Helmet and sword were laid on the pall, For it was a soldier's funeral. That soldier had stood on the battle-plain, Where every step...
Strana 225 - Green leaves, and singing birds, and sun-kiss'd fruit, Since here I first took up my last abode, — And here my bones shall rest. You say it is A home for beasts, and not for humankind, This bleak shed and bare rock, and that the vale Below is beautiful. I know the time When it...
Strana 258 - I stopped, methonght, by mine own sweet home. I stood by the hearth, and my father sat there, With pale, thin face, and snow-white hair! The Bible lay open upon his knee, But he closed the book to welcome me. He led me next where my mother lay, And together we knelt by her grave to pray, And heard a...
Strana 259 - ... my young days dear. This dream has waked feelings long, long since fled, And hopes which I deemed in my heart were dead ! — We have not spoken, but still I have hung On the northern accents that dwell on thy tongue. To me they are music, to me they recall The things long hidden by memory's pall ! Take this long curl of yellow hair, And give it my father, and tell him my prayer, My dying prayer, was for him.
Strana 52 - ... laid on my lover by me. Were your sigh as sweet as the sumbal's sigh, When the wind of the evening is nigh ; Were your smile like that glorious light, Seen when the stars gem the deep midnight ; Were that sigh and that smile for ever the same — They were shadows, not fuel, to love's dulled flame.
Strana 48 - Ah! happy time! in the lines of one who can so well translate feeling into words, — " Fate has not darkened thee, — Hope has not made The blossoms expand, it but opens to fade; Nothing is known of those wearing fears Which will shadow the light of our after years.
Strana 11 - ... lute ? I should have been the wretch I am, Had every chord of thine been mute. It was my evil star above, Not my sweet lute, that wrought me wrong ; It was not song that taught me love, But it was love that taught me song. If song be past, and hope undone, And pulse, and head, and heart, are flame ; It is thy work, thou faithless one ! But, no ! — I will not name thy name ! Sun-god, lute, wreath, are vowed to thee ! Long be their light upon my grave — My glorious grave — yon deep blue sea...