Records of the Heart, and Other PoemsH. G. Bohn, 1866 - 420 sidor |
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... shore . " " O FLORENCE ! fairest ! speak not thus grave alone can sever us ; The My journey shall be brief , and then I will not part from thee again , Nor now in soul : as o'er his track The Hadji's spirit stealeth back To worship ...
... shore . " " O FLORENCE ! fairest ! speak not thus grave alone can sever us ; The My journey shall be brief , and then I will not part from thee again , Nor now in soul : as o'er his track The Hadji's spirit stealeth back To worship ...
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... her lips apart , The maiden lists her lover dart Along the silent corridor , Descend the terrace to the shore , Leap lightly down into his boat , Lying beneath the mossy moat , And dash adown the yellow tide- " The saints be.
... her lips apart , The maiden lists her lover dart Along the silent corridor , Descend the terrace to the shore , Leap lightly down into his boat , Lying beneath the mossy moat , And dash adown the yellow tide- " The saints be.
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... shore rolls to and fro , And wailing , breaks upon the shoal , Like Sorrow's tempests o'er the soul Afar upon the restless sea , Bound to Etnean Sicily , Lord LEON'S bark with swelling sail Rushes before the rising 22 RECORDS OF THE HEART .
... shore rolls to and fro , And wailing , breaks upon the shoal , Like Sorrow's tempests o'er the soul Afar upon the restless sea , Bound to Etnean Sicily , Lord LEON'S bark with swelling sail Rushes before the rising 22 RECORDS OF THE HEART .
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... shore behind , Receding to a misty speck . The sailors gather upon the deck , To bid their native land good - night , And drop a tear to past delight . On the lofty poop Lord LEON sits , His elbow resting on his knee ; And when the wave ...
... shore behind , Receding to a misty speck . The sailors gather upon the deck , To bid their native land good - night , And drop a tear to past delight . On the lofty poop Lord LEON sits , His elbow resting on his knee ; And when the wave ...
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... her frost had flung . He may have been descendant of The wandering tribe of troubadours , Who sang of war and ladye love , And knightly feats on Paynim shores . V. His harp he loosened from his arm , And 24 RECORDS OF THE HEART .
... her frost had flung . He may have been descendant of The wandering tribe of troubadours , Who sang of war and ladye love , And knightly feats on Paynim shores . V. His harp he loosened from his arm , And 24 RECORDS OF THE HEART .
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Records of the Heart: And Other Poems Estelle Anna Robinson Lewis Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1857 |
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Æneid afar AIZEN Andalusia beams beauty beneath bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath bride bright brow CANTO castanet charm cheek cheer clasped cold dark dart dead death deep despair divine dream earth eyes fair faithless fate flowers flung GAMBA gazed gleaming glide gloom Granada grief grove hand hath hear heart Heaven History of Italy holy hour ISABELLE Italy land life's light lingering lips lofty lonely Lord LEON Love's lute lyre maid maiden MEDON minstrel minstrelsy mournful myrtle never night NOTE o'er pale pangs pensive PETRARCH PHAON prayer repose rill rocks sable Sapphic Sappho Sect SELEN shore shriek shrine Sicily sigh silent Simoïs sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow sought soul spirit stars stream sweet tale tears tell terque thee thine thou thought Tiber tide tomb trembling Twas unto vale wave weary weep wild YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young youthful
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Sida 123 - Nevada would gleam like silver clouds against the darker firmament, and all the outlines of the mountain would be softened, yet delicately defined. My delight, however, would be to lean over the parapet of the tocador, and gaze down upon Granada, spread out like a map below me ; all buried in deep repose, and its white palaces and convents sleeping as it were in the moonshine.
Sida 124 - Sometimes I would hear the faint sounds of castanets from some party of dancers lingering in the Alameda ; at other times I have heard the dubious tones of a guitar, and the notes of a single voice rising from some solitary street, and have pictured to myself some youthful cavalier serenading his lady's window ; a gallant custom of former days, but now sadly on the decline except in the remote towns and villages of Spain.
Sida 238 - ... were the remains of a cultivated, polished, and peculiar people, who had passed through all the stages incident to the rise and Fall of nations, reached their golden age, and perished, entirely unknown. The links which connected them with the human family were severed and lost, and these wore the only memorials of their footsteps upon earth. We lived in...
Sida 300 - Grave of the mighty — hero, poet, sage—- Whose deeds are guiding stars to every age ! Land unsurpassed in glory and despair, Still in thy desolation thou art fair. Low in sepulchral dust lies Pallas' shrine — Low in sepulchral dust thy fanes divine, And all thy visible self — yet, o'er thy clay, Soul, beauty, linger, hallowing decay. Not all the ills that war entailed on thee, Not all the blood that stained...
Sida 238 - We could not but regard it as a holy place, dedicated to the gods, and consecrated by the religious observances of a lost and unknown people. Comparatively, the hand of ruin has spared it, and the great tablet, surviving the wreck of elements, stands perfect and entire. Lonely, deserted, and without any worshippers at its shrine, the figures and characters are distinct as when the people who reared it went up to pay their adorations before it. To us it was all a mystery ; silent, defying the most...
Sida 320 - ... and proclaim unto the people a solemn pilgrimage; let them come unto thee on foot, and on every lean camel, arriving from every distant road; that they may be witnesses of the advantages which accrue to them from the visiting this holy place, and may commemorate the name of God on the appointed days, in gratitude for the brute cattle which he hath bestowed on them.
Sida 134 - And come and sit and weep by me In night's deep noon — Oh ! I would ask of memory No other boon. But ah ! a lonelier fate is mine, A deeper wo ; From all I love in youth's sweet time I soon must go...
Sida 215 - For retribution loudly cries to Heaven, And for the presence of her warriors pleads Till from her far the ruthless foe is driven — Oh GOD ! oh GOD ! hast thou my country given To direful fate ? Must I lie cooped up here ; While she by desecrating hands is riven ; IV.
Sida 134 - The initial trochee here, in each instance, substituted for the iambus, produces, so naturally as to seem accidental, a very effective echo of sound to sense. The thought included in the line "And light the tomb...
Sida 123 - At such a time I have ascended to the little pavilion, called the Queen's Toilette, to enjoy its varied and extensive prospect. To the right, the snowy summits of the Sierra Nevada would gleam like silver clouds against the darker firmament, and all the outlines of the mountain would be softened, yet delicately defined.