The British Female PoetsLindsay & Blakiston, 1848 - 490 pages The poetry of over fifty British women is presented here, along with short biographies of each poet. |
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The British Female Poets: With Biographical and Critical Notices George Washington Bethune Affichage du livre entier - 1869 |
Expressions et termes fréquents
ANNA SEWARD art thou auld Robin Gray beams beauty beneath Bingen bird bless thee bloom bosom bower breast breath bright brow Caldon Low calm charms cheer child dark dead dear death deep doth dream dwell earth ELIZABETH ROWE ev'ry eyes fair fame father fear flowers fond FRANCES BROWN friends gaze gentle gloom glory glow green happy hath hear heart heaven HEMANS holy hope hour JOANNA BAILLIE JULIANA BERNERS KATHARINE PHILIPS lady LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON life's light lips lonely look MARY HOWITT mother mournful ne'er never night o'er pain pale passion poems rose round shade shadow shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stranger's heart stream sunset tree sweet tears tender thine thou art Thou hast thought voice wandering wave weary weep wild wind wings young youth
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Page 235 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Page 396 - I never more shall see my own, my native land: Take a message, and a token, to some distant friends of mine, For I was born at Bingen, — at Bingen on the Rhine.
Page 225 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form.
Page 245 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam; And the rocking pines of the forest roared — This was their welcome home.
Page 234 - Death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer ; But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth.
Page 479 - Sleep soft, beloved !" we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep. But never doleful dream again. Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Page 124 - Triumphant from the tomb ! , 3 This day be grateful homage paid, And loud hosannas sung ; Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue. 4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings To nations yet unborn.
Page 136 - The day is thine, the night also is thine: thou hast prepared the light and the sun. Thou hast set all the borders of the earth: thou hast made summer and winter.
Page 256 - Sweet is the hour of rest ! Pleasant the wind's low sigh, And the gleaming of the west, And the turf whereon we lie ; When the burden and the heat Of labour's task are o'er, And kindly voices greet The tired one at his door. Come to the sunset tree ! The day is past and gone ; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.
Page 263 - God! The royal eagle darteth On his quarry from the heights, And the stag that knows no master But we, for thy communion, Have sought the mountain sod ; For the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers