The works of mrs Hemans; with a memoir of her life, by her sister [H.M. Owen]. |
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... Dream - like I saw the sad procession pass , And mark'd its victims with a tearless eye . They moved before me but as ... dreams ; And by whose side ' midst warriors I had stood , And in whose helm was brought - oh ! earn'd with blood ...
... Dream - like I saw the sad procession pass , And mark'd its victims with a tearless eye . They moved before me but as ... dreams ; And by whose side ' midst warriors I had stood , And in whose helm was brought - oh ! earn'd with blood ...
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... dream which brings Loved faces round him , girt with fearful things ! Troubled even thus I stood , but chain'd and bound : - On that familiar form mine eye to keep Alas ! I might not fall upon his neck and weep ! XXXI . He pass'd me ...
... dream which brings Loved faces round him , girt with fearful things ! Troubled even thus I stood , but chain'd and bound : - On that familiar form mine eye to keep Alas ! I might not fall upon his neck and weep ! XXXI . He pass'd me ...
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... dreams , than that which grows Between the nurtured of the same fond breast , The shelter'd of one roof ; and thus it rose Twined in with life . - How is it that the hours Of the same sport , the gathering early flowers Round the same ...
... dreams , than that which grows Between the nurtured of the same fond breast , The shelter'd of one roof ; and thus it rose Twined in with life . - How is it that the hours Of the same sport , the gathering early flowers Round the same ...
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... dreams with its bright mournful eyes ? LIV . Why came I ? oh ! the heart's deep mystery ! - Why gaze In man's last hour doth vain affection's Fix itself down on struggling agony , To the dimm'd eyeballs freezing as they glaze ? It might ...
... dreams with its bright mournful eyes ? LIV . Why came I ? oh ! the heart's deep mystery ! - Why gaze In man's last hour doth vain affection's Fix itself down on struggling agony , To the dimm'd eyeballs freezing as they glaze ? It might ...
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... dream of love Which could not look upon so fair a thing , Remembering how like hope , like joy , like spring , Her smile was wont to glance , her step to move , And deem that men indeed , in very truth , Could mean the sting of death ...
... dream of love Which could not look upon so fair a thing , Remembering how like hope , like joy , like spring , Her smile was wont to glance , her step to move , And deem that men indeed , in very truth , Could mean the sting of death ...
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art thou Aymer banners bards beauty beneath blue streams brave breast breath breeze bright bright land bright wave brother brow Cader Idris call'd Chatillon cloud dark Dartmoor dead death deep dreams dwell e'en earth fair fair brow Fair Isle farewell father fear floating flowers fount gleam gloom glow Glyndwr's gone grave hath haunted ground hear heard heart heaven hills hour hush'd joyous Lake of Lucerne land leave light Llywarch Hen lone look look'd midst mighty mirth Moraima mountain night o'er OWAIN CYFEILIOG pale pass'd pour'd RAIMER rest Rio verde rocks round scene seem'd shades shadows shining silent sleep smile soft song soul sound speak spears spirit stars storm streams sunny sweet swell sword tears tell thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought tomb tone voice wave weep wert wild wind woods
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Seite 158 - And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death In still yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, "My father! must I stay?
Seite 178 - Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest — Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest.
Seite 177 - 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!
Seite 157 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.
Seite 68 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Seite 73 - It is a time-piece that advances very regularly near four minutes a day, and no other group of stars exhibits, to the naked eye, an observation of time so easily made. How often have we heard our guides exclaim in the savannahs of Venezuela, or in the desert extending from Lima to Truxillo, 'Midnight is past, the Cross begins to bend!
Seite 176 - Her lot is on you — to be found untired, Watching the stars out by the bed of pain, With a pale cheek, and yet a brow inspired, And a true heart of hope, though hope be vain ; Meekly to bear with wrong, to cheer decay, And, oh ! to love through all things. Therefore pray ! And take the thought of this calm vesper time, With its low murmuring sounds and silvery light, On through the dark days fading from their prime, As a sweet dew to keep your souls from blight ! Earth will forsake — oh ! happy...
Seite 249 - I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth.
Seite 178 - 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 ! We know when moons shall wane, When Summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain— But who shall teach us when to look for thee...
Seite 108 - Amidst the knightly ring : A murmur of the restless deep Was blent with every strain, A voice of winds that would not sleep — — He never smiled again...