The British Female PoetsThe poetry of over fifty British women is presented here, along with short biographies of each poet. |
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... sorrows of the heart , domestic life , mercy , religion , and the instincts of justice . Hence her ex- cellence in the poetry of the sensibilities . There are instances of her boldly entering the sphere of man , and asserting strong ...
... sorrows of the heart , domestic life , mercy , religion , and the instincts of justice . Hence her ex- cellence in the poetry of the sensibilities . There are instances of her boldly entering the sphere of man , and asserting strong ...
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... sorrows . Perhaps Æsop's moral , that " the lions have no painters , " has some application here ; as we usually get but one side of the story ; and it is difficult to impeach the justice of complaints breathed forth in eloquent numbers ...
... sorrows . Perhaps Æsop's moral , that " the lions have no painters , " has some application here ; as we usually get but one side of the story ; and it is difficult to impeach the justice of complaints breathed forth in eloquent numbers ...
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... sorrow ended here ; And that this punishment on earth is given That my pure soul may rise to endless bliss in heaven . HYMN . O DOMINE Deus ! speravi in te O care mi Jesu ! nunc libera me . In dura catenâ , in misera pœnâ , desidero te ...
... sorrow ended here ; And that this punishment on earth is given That my pure soul may rise to endless bliss in heaven . HYMN . O DOMINE Deus ! speravi in te O care mi Jesu ! nunc libera me . In dura catenâ , in misera pœnâ , desidero te ...
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... Sorrow may make a silent moan , But joy will be revealed . I tell it to the bleating flock , To every stream and tree , And bless the hollow murmuring rock , For echoing back to me . Thus you may see with how much joy We want , we wish ...
... Sorrow may make a silent moan , But joy will be revealed . I tell it to the bleating flock , To every stream and tree , And bless the hollow murmuring rock , For echoing back to me . Thus you may see with how much joy We want , we wish ...
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... sorrow close concealed , We shrink lest looks or words impart What must not be revealed . " Tis hard to smile when one would weep ; To speak when one would silent be ; To wake when one would wish to sleep , And wake to agony . Yet such ...
... sorrow close concealed , We shrink lest looks or words impart What must not be revealed . " Tis hard to smile when one would weep ; To speak when one would silent be ; To wake when one would wish to sleep , And wake to agony . Yet such ...
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Andrew Kippis art thou auld Robin Gray beams beauty beneath Bingen blest bloom bower breast breath bright brow Caldon Low calm charms cheek cheer child dark dear death deep delight Della Cruscan doth dream dwell e'en earth ev'ry eyes fair fame father fear flowers fond friends gaze gentle gloom glory glow green grief hand happy hath hear heart heaven hope hour HYMN JOANNA BAILLIE light lips lonely look lyre mother mournful ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pale passion Patrick Cockburn poems praise rapture rose round scenes shade shed shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars storms of passion stranger's heart stream sunset tree SUSANNA BLAMIRE sweet tears tender thine thou art Thou hast thought thro voice wake wandering wave weary ween weep wild wind wings young youth
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Page 229 - 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 child-like form.
Page 237 - 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!
Page 344 - Then take me on your knee, mother ; And listen, mother of mine. A hundred fairies danced last night, And the harpers they were nine. " And their harp-strings rung so merrily To their dancing feet so small ; But oh ! the words of their talking Were merrier far than all.
Page 128 - 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 482 - And wrought within his shattered brain such quick poetic senses As hills have language for, and stars, harmonious influences ; The pulse of dew upon the grass kept his within its number, And silent shadows from the trees refreshed him like a slumber.
Page 483 - Deserted ! who hath dreamt that when the cross in darkness rested, Upon the victim's hidden face no love was manifested ! What frantic hands outstretched have e'er the atoning drops averted, What tears have washed them from the soul, that one should be deserted...
Page 221 - Yet more ! the billows and the depths have more ! High hearts and brave are gathered to thy breast ! They hear not now the booming waters roar, The battle-thunders will not break their rest. Keep thy red gold and gems, thou stormy grave...
Page 234 - We saw her proud flag struck that morn, A star once o'er the seas — Her anchor gone, her deck uptorn — And sadder things than these...
Page 139 - In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
Page 260 - 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.