Records of WomanWoodstock Books, 1991 - 323 ページ |
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... tones as low As a young mother's by the cradle singing , Would sooth him with sweet avcs , gently bringing Moments of slumber , when the fiery glow Ebb'd from his hollow cheek . At last faint glcams Of memory dawn'd ... tone COSTANZA . 141.
... tones as low As a young mother's by the cradle singing , Would sooth him with sweet avcs , gently bringing Moments of slumber , when the fiery glow Ebb'd from his hollow cheek . At last faint glcams Of memory dawn'd ... tone COSTANZA . 141.
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... tones at last of wo and fear From his full bosom broke ; - A mournful thing it was to hear How then the proud man spoke ! The voice that thro ' the combat Had shouted far and high , Came forth in strange , dull , hollow tones , Burden'd ...
... tones at last of wo and fear From his full bosom broke ; - A mournful thing it was to hear How then the proud man spoke ! The voice that thro ' the combat Had shouted far and high , Came forth in strange , dull , hollow tones , Burden'd ...
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... Tones from some broken harp's deserted strings , Warm sunset hues of summers long gone by , A rippling wave - the ... tone ; A smile - a sunny or a mournful glance , Full of sweet meanings now from this world flown ; Are not these ...
... Tones from some broken harp's deserted strings , Warm sunset hues of summers long gone by , A rippling wave - the ... tone ; A smile - a sunny or a mournful glance , Full of sweet meanings now from this world flown ; Are not these ...
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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