Records of WomanWoodstock Books, 1991 - 323 ページ |
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... fair , —and oh ! how desolate ! But undismay'd ; while sank the crimson light , And the high cedars darken'd with the night . Alone she sate ; tho ' many lay around , They , pale and silent on the bloody ground , Were sever'd from her ...
... fair , —and oh ! how desolate ! But undismay'd ; while sank the crimson light , And the high cedars darken'd with the night . Alone she sate ; tho ' many lay around , They , pale and silent on the bloody ground , Were sever'd from her ...
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... fair form upon the bier laid low , Fair even when found , amidst the bloody slain , Stretch'd by its broken lance . They reached the lone Baronial chapel , where the forest gloom Fell heaviest , for the massy boughs had grown Into thick ...
... fair form upon the bier laid low , Fair even when found , amidst the bloody slain , Stretch'd by its broken lance . They reached the lone Baronial chapel , where the forest gloom Fell heaviest , for the massy boughs had grown Into thick ...
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... fair - hair'd boys she led . She led them even to the Kaiser's place , And still before him stood ; Till , with strange wonder , o'er his face Flush'd the proud warrior - blood : And " Speak , my mother ! speak ! " he cried ...
... fair - hair'd boys she led . She led them even to the Kaiser's place , And still before him stood ; Till , with strange wonder , o'er his face Flush'd the proud warrior - blood : And " Speak , my mother ! speak ! " he cried ...
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Gertrude or Fidelity till Death | 55 |
Imelda | 61 |
Edith a Tale of the Woods | 69 |
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ARABELLA STUART art thou beauty beneath bird bosom breast breath breeze bright bright land brightly brow cheek child Childe Harold childhood dark dead death deep dream dwell earth Eudora Ev'n fair fame farewell fear Felicia Hemans fire of heaven flow flowers gaze gentle glad glance gleam gloom glory glow gone grave green grief hair hath heart heaven holy hour hush'd JOAN OF ARC JOANNA BAILLIE leaves light lips lone look'd lov'd lyre MADAME DE STAEL mantle midst mother mournful murmur night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer press'd proud Rheims rose round Seem'd shadow shining silent sleep smile soft solemn song soul sound spirit stood stream strong sunny sweet sword tears tender thee thine things thou art Thou hast Thou'rt thought thro tomb tone Twas unto voice wandering wave weep wild wind woman's woods young youth