The Improvisatrice: And Other PoemsHurst, Robinson, 1824 - Počet stran: 327 |
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amid AMPHITRITE ARION beauty bees beneath beneath the sky bitterer emotion bloom blue blush breast breath bright brow burning charm cheek chords cold colours crimson curls CYDIPPE dark deep deep-blue dream echoes eyes fair fears flame floated flowers gale gaze gems gleams glorious gold grave green grew grove hair happiness heard heart Heaven hope hope and fear hung idolatry INDIAN CUPID ISABELLE knelt leaves light lone look Love's loveliness lover lute lyre maiden MANDALLA MANMADIN mask of smiles moon mountain night o'er ocean fall pale pass'd pearls of dew perfume plumes prayed ROSALIE rose Rose-trees round shade shine shone sigh silent sleep smile soft song sorrow spirit spring star stood summer sweet tears thee thought tree Twas twilight violet voice vowed waked wandered watched wave weep wept wild wind withered woman's young youth
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Strana 128 - ... 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. He stood, the fetters on his hand...
Strana 137 - The death-wound came amid sword and plume, When banner and ball were flying. Yet now he sleeps, the turf on his breast, By wet wild flowers surrounded ; The church shadow falls o'er his place of rest, Where the steps of his childhood bounded.
Strana 131 - ... it is like the leaves of spring ; If faithless, like those leaves when withering. Take back again your emerald gem, There is no colour in the stone; It might have graced a diadem, But now its hue and light are gone ! Take...
Strana 137 - He came again, — but an alter 'd man : The path of the grave was before him, And the 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, SONG OF THE HUNTER'S BRIDE.
Strana 77 - MANDALLA'S love, while scornful eye And chilling jeers mock her agony : An Alma girl ! oh shame, deep shame, To Brahma's race and Brahma's name ! Unmarked, unpitied, she turned aside, For a moment her bursting tears to hide. None thought of the Bayadere, till the fire Blazed redly and fiercely the funeral pyre ; Then like a thought she darted by, And sprang on the burning pile to die ! " Now thou art mine ! away, away " To my own bright star, to my home of day...
Strana 15 - And he is bartering his heart For that in which it hath no part. There's many an ill that clings to love; But this is one all else above;— For love to bow before the name Of this world's treasure : shame ! oh, shame ! Love, be thy wings as light as those That waft the zephyr from the rose, — This may be pardoned — something rare In loveliness has been thy snare!
Strana 41 - The torrent rain was sweeping round ; — These won me entrance. He was young. The castle's lord, but pale like age ; His brow, as sculpture beautiful, Was wan as Grief's corroded page. He had no words, he had no smiles, No hopes :^his sole employ to brood Silently over his sick heart In sorrow and in solitude.