Costanza (Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems)
She knelt in prayer. A stream of sunset fellThro' the stain'd window of her lonely cell,And with its rich, deep, ...
She knelt in prayer. A stream of sunset fellThro' the stain'd window of her lonely cell,And with its rich, deep, ...
Sum speiks of lords, sum speiks of lairds,And siclyke men of hie degrie;Of a gentleman I sing a sang,Sumtyme calld ...
Thou art sleeping, brother, sleeping In thy lonely battle grave;Shadows o'er the past are creeping,Death, the reaper, still is reaping,Years ...
… Oceanward I am ever yearning,Where far it rolls in its calm and grandeur,The weight of mountain-like fogbanks bearing,Forever wandering ...
'To Monica'Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,And left the flushed print in a poppy there:Like a yawn of fire ...
O Earth, Earth, Earth,I am dying for love of thee,For thou hast given me birth,And thy hands have tended me.I ...
Yet do not thou forsake me now, Poesy, with Peace-together!Ere this last disastrous blowDid lay my struggling fortunes low,In ...
AND are there, then, no tears in yonder heaven?No dewy eye in all the brilliant regions?Does none grow dim, when ...
DOWN from yon distant mountainThe streamlet finds its way,And through the quiet village ,It flows in eddying play.A dark youth ...
I DWELL in the sea that is wild and deep, But afar in a shadow still,I can see the trees ...
The Passionate Householder to his LoveCome, live with us and be our cook,And we will all the whimsies brookThat German, ...
THE fierce exulting worlds, the motes in rays, The churlish thistles, scented briers, The wind-swept bluebells on the sunny ...
DOWN to the sand-covered earth. Straw from the harvested fields soiled our feet; Dust from the high-roads, Smoke from the ...
1 BROTHER of all, with generous hand, Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul, ...
To Monica Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a ...
1 OUT of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, ...
The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons, Giving to some the keys of all the joy Of the green ...
Where shall the lover rest Whom the fates sever From his true maiden's breast Parted for ever? Where, through groves ...
Where shall the lover rest Whom the fates sever From the true maiden's breast, Parted for ever?-- Where, through groves ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the ...
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