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Edith: A Tale Of The Woods

Du Heilige! rufe dein Kind zur?ch habe genossen das irdische Gl?ch habe gelebt und geliebet. ~

Wallenstein

The woods? oh! solemn are the boundless woods

Of the great Western World, when day declines,

And louder sounds the roll of distant floods,

More deep the rustling of the ancient pines;

When dimness gathers on the stilly air,

And mystery seems o'er every leaf to brood,

by Felicia Dorothea Hemans

An Hour Of Romance

There were thick leaves above me and around,

And low sweet sighs like those of childhood's sleep,

Amidst their dimness, and a fitful sound

As of soft showers on water; dark and deep

Lay the oak shadows o'er the turf, so still

They seem'd but pictured glooms: a hidden rill

Made music, such as haunts us in a dream,

Under the fern-tufts; and a tender gleam

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Costanza

She knelt in prayer. A stream of sunset fell

Thro' the stain'd window of her lonely cell,

And with its rich, deep, melancholy glow

Flushing her cheek and pale Madonna brow,

While o'er her long hair's flowing jet it threw

Bright waves of goldâ€“the autumn forest's hueâ€“

Seem'd all a vision's mist of glory, spread

By painting's touch around some holy head,

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To One Of The Author's Children

On His Birthday, 27 August, 1825.

THOU wak'st from happy sleep to play

With bounding heart, my boy!

Before thee lies a long bright day

Of summer and of joy.

Thou hast no heavy thought or dream

To cloud thy fearless eye;?

Long be it thus?life's early stream

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The Switzer's Wife

Nor look nor tone revealeth aughtSave woman's quietness of thought;And yet around her is a lightOf inward majesty and might.

~ M.J.J.

Wer solch ein herz an seinen Busen dr?Der kann fur herd und hof mit freuden fechten.

~ Willholm Tell

It was the time when children bound to meet

Their father's homeward step from field or hill,

And when the herd's returning bells are sweet

In the Swiss valleys, and the lakes grow still,

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The Lady Of Provence

"Courage was cast about her like a dress

Of solemn comeliness,

A gathered mind and an untroubled face

Did give her dangers grace." ~ Donne.

The war-note of the Saracen

Was on the winds of France;

It had stilled the harp of the Troubadour,

And the clash of the tourney's lance.

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The Northern Spring

WHEN the soft breath of Spring goes forth

Far o'er the mountains of the North,

How soon those wastes of dazzling snow

With life, and bloom, and beauty glow.

Then bursts the verdure of the plains,

Then break the streams from icy chains;

And the glad rein-deer seeks no more

Amidst deep snows his mossy store.

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The Stars

The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament showeth his handy-work.

Psalm xix. 1.

NO cloud obscures the summer sky,

The moon in brightness walks on high,

And, set in azure, every star

Shines, like a gem of heaven, afar!

Child of the earth! oh! lift thy glance

To yon bright firmament's expanse;

by Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Paraphrase Of Psalm: CXLVIII

Praise ye the Lord. Praise ye the Lord from the heavens: praise him in the heights.

PRAISE ye the Lord! on every height

Songs to his glory raise!

Ye angel-hosts, ye stars of light,

Join in immortal praise!

Oh! heavens of heavens! let praise far-swelling

From all your orbs be sent!

Join in the strain, ye waters, dwelling

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Flight Of The Spirit

Whither, oh! whither wilt thou wing thy way?

What solemn region first upon thy sight

Shall break, unveiled for terror or delight?

What hosts, magnificent in dread array,

My spirit! when thy prison-house of clay

After long strife is rent? Fond, fruitless quest!

The unfledged bird, within his narrow nest,

Sees but a few green branches oer him play,

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The Rivers

GO! trace th' unnumbered streams, o'er earth

That wind their devious course,

That draw from Alpine heights their birth,

Deep vale, or cavern source.

Some by majestic cities glide,

Proud scenes of man's renown,

Some lead their solitary tide,

Where pathless forests frown.

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Introductory Verses

OH! blest art thou, whose steps may rove

Through the green paths of vale and grove,

Or, leaving all their charms below,

Climb the wild mountain's airy brow;

And gaze afar o'er cultured plains,

And cities with their stately fanes,

And forests, that beneath thee lie,

And ocean mingling with the sky.

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