Records of WomanWoodstock Books, 1991 - 323 ページ |
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... rose high , —but with it rose Her voice , that he might hear : Perchance that dark hour brought repose To happy bosoms near ; While she sat striving with despair Beside his tortured form 58 RECORDS OF WOMAN .
... rose high , —but with it rose Her voice , that he might hear : Perchance that dark hour brought repose To happy bosoms near ; While she sat striving with despair Beside his tortured form 58 RECORDS OF WOMAN .
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... rose the lonely one ? -She rose Like a prophetess from dark repose ! And proudly flung from her face the veil , And shook the hair from her forehead pale , And ' midst her wondering handmaids stood , With the sudden glance of a ...
... rose the lonely one ? -She rose Like a prophetess from dark repose ! And proudly flung from her face the veil , And shook the hair from her forehead pale , And ' midst her wondering handmaids stood , With the sudden glance of a ...
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... rose image all things fleet and fair , And the faint passion - flower , the sad and holy , Tell of diviner hopes . But whose light hand , As for an altar , wove the radiant band ? Whose gentle nurture brought , from hidden dells , That ...
... rose image all things fleet and fair , And the faint passion - flower , the sad and holy , Tell of diviner hopes . But whose light hand , As for an altar , wove the radiant band ? Whose gentle nurture brought , from hidden dells , That ...
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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