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arms beauty beneath Beneath the silence bird blossoms breath bright brow cheek cloud dance dark knight dead dearest death deep dream earth Echinades face fairy Ellen family the land fear'd feel flower gaze gentle glance gleam glow gold and blue golden heart Heaven HENRY CONSTABLE HENRY GLASSFORD BELL hill hour Inversnaid Ionian Sea kiss knew lady light lonely moon look look'd love thee merry merry heart mood ne'er never o'er pale pass'd Perchance pride Prince of Condé round scarf of gold scene was changed seem'd she-the shines sigh silence Sir Alfred Sir Eustace skies smile smiling queen soft song soul sparkling spirit star steed stood stream summer sweet tell There's thine thing think of thee thou art thought to-night tone tread tree turn'd Twas voice waves Weep wild William of Normandie wind's young
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Page 12 - Upon the fast receding hills that dim and distant rise. No marvel that the lady wept : there was no land on earth She loved like that dear land, although she owed it not her birth. It was her mother's land — the land of childhood and of friends ; It was the land where she had found for all her griefs amends ; The land where her dead husband slept; the land where she had known The tranquil convent's hushed repose and the splendours of a throne.
Page 16 - I see her bursting forth upon her bridal morn, A new star in the firmament, to light and glory born ! Alas ! the change ! she placed her foot upon a triple throne, And on the scaffold now she stands — beside the block alone...
Page 13 - That seemed to suit the stormy state of men's uncertain minds. The touch of care had blanched her cheek — her smile was sadder now — The weight of royalty had press'd too heavy on her brow ; And traitors to her councils came, and rebels to the field, The Stuart sceptre well she swayed, but the sword she could not wield. She thought of all her blighted hopes — the dreams of youth's brief day, And...
Page 3 - Upon my mother's face, Or seen her pale expressive smile Of melancholy grace. One night— I do remember well, The wind was howling high, And through the ancient corridors It sounded drearily— I sat and read in that old hall; My uncle sat close by. I read — but little understood The words upon the book ; For with a sidelong glance I marked My uncle's fearful look, And saw how all his quivering frame In strong convulsions shook.
Page 9 - And, all around, the noon-day sun a drowsy radiance cast. No sound of busy life was heard, save from the cloister dim The tinkling of the silver bell, or the sisters
Page 14 - My lords, my lords!" the captive said, "were I but once more free, With ten good knights on yonder shore, to aid my cause and me, That parchment would I scatter wide to every breeze that blows, And once more reign a Stuart queen o'er my remorseless foes!
Page 7 - Tis nothing but the blast ? I, too, have had my fears like these, But such vain fears are past...
Page 14 - She staid her steed upon a hill — she saw them marching by — She heard their shouts — she read success in every flashing eye; — The tumult of the strife begins — it roars — it dies away ; .And Mary's troops and banners now, and courtiers — where are they?
Page 9 - The tinkling of the silver bell, or the sisters' holy hymn. And there five noble maidens sat beneath the orchard trees, In that first budding spring of youth, when all its prospects please ; And little recked they, when they sang, or knelt at vesper prayers, That Scotland knew no prouder names — held none more dear than theirs : And little even the loveliest thought, before the...
Page 11 - ... bride ! The homage of a thousand hearts — the fond deep love of one — The hopes that dance around a life whose charms are but begun, — They lighten up her chestnut eye, they mantle o'er her cheek, They sparkle on her open brow, and high-soul'd joy bespeak. Ah ! who shall blame if scarce that day, through all its brilliant hours, She thought of that quiet convent's calm, its sunshine and its flowers.