Records of WomanWoodstock Books, 1991 - 323 ページ |
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... hear - ' twas not the call , Th ' expected voice ; my quick heart throbb'd too soon . I must keep vigil till yon rising moon Shower down less golden light . Beneath her beam Thro ' my lone lattice pour'd , I sit and dream Of summer ...
... hear - ' twas not the call , Th ' expected voice ; my quick heart throbb'd too soon . I must keep vigil till yon rising moon Shower down less golden light . Beneath her beam Thro ' my lone lattice pour'd , I sit and dream Of summer ...
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... Hear , Mercy ! hear me ! None That bleed and weep beneath the smiling sun , Have heavier cause ! -yet hear ! -my soul grows dark- Who hears the last shriek from the sinking bark , On the mid seas , and with the storm alone , And bearing ...
... Hear , Mercy ! hear me ! None That bleed and weep beneath the smiling sun , Have heavier cause ! -yet hear ! -my soul grows dark- Who hears the last shriek from the sinking bark , On the mid seas , and with the storm alone , And bearing ...
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... hear thy thrilling call ; It comes in the dash of the foaming wave , In the sear leaf's trembling fall ! In the shiver of the tree , I hear thee , O thou voice ! And I would thy warning were but for me , That my spirit might rejoice ...
... hear thy thrilling call ; It comes in the dash of the foaming wave , In the sear leaf's trembling fall ! In the shiver of the tree , I hear thee , O thou voice ! And I would thy warning were but for me , That my spirit might rejoice ...
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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