The Work of Mrs. Hemans, Band 4Lea and Blanchard, 1842 |
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... thee to the wilds ? He hath brought marks of torture and the chain , Traces of things which pass not as a breeze ; A blighted name , dark thoughts , wrath , woe , -thy gifts are these ! VI . A blighted name ! -I hear the winds of morn ...
... thee to the wilds ? He hath brought marks of torture and the chain , Traces of things which pass not as a breeze ; A blighted name , dark thoughts , wrath , woe , -thy gifts are these ! VI . A blighted name ! -I hear the winds of morn ...
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... thee rest , Mine own ! whose young thoughts fresh before me rise ! Is it not much that I may guide thy prayer , And circle thy glad soul with free and healthful air ? IX . Why should I weep on thy bright head , my boy ? Within thy ...
... thee rest , Mine own ! whose young thoughts fresh before me rise ! Is it not much that I may guide thy prayer , And circle thy glad soul with free and healthful air ? IX . Why should I weep on thy bright head , my boy ? Within thy ...
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... thee !. XII . Yet art thou lovely ! -Song is on thy hills- Oh , sweet and mournful melodies of Spain , That lull'd my boyhood , how your memory thrills The exile's heart with sudden - wakening pain ! Your sounds are on the rocks : -That ...
... thee !. XII . Yet art thou lovely ! -Song is on thy hills- Oh , sweet and mournful melodies of Spain , That lull'd my boyhood , how your memory thrills The exile's heart with sudden - wakening pain ! Your sounds are on the rocks : -That ...
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... thee ? gaze XXIII . On thee ! with whom in boyhood I had play'd , At the grape - gatherings , by my native streams ; And to whose eye my youthful soul had laid Bare THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 19.
... thee ? gaze XXIII . On thee ! with whom in boyhood I had play'd , At the grape - gatherings , by my native streams ; And to whose eye my youthful soul had laid Bare THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 19.
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... thee , Like those that made their hearts thy sacrifice , The call'd of yore - wont by the Saviour's side , On the dim Olive - Mount , to pray at eventide . XXVII . For the strong spirit will at times awake , Piercing the mists that wrap ...
... thee , Like those that made their hearts thy sacrifice , The call'd of yore - wont by the Saviour's side , On the dim Olive - Mount , to pray at eventide . XXVII . For the strong spirit will at times awake , Piercing the mists that wrap ...
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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 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 rock 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 Аут
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Seite 169 - And shouted but once more aloud, "My Father! must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They...
Seite 169 - The boy, — oh! where was he? Ask of the winds, that far around With fragments strewed the sea, — With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part, — But the noblest thing that perished there, Was that young, faithful heart.
Seite 171 - With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Seite 82 - 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 194 - CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light fades away; Mother, with thine earnest eye Ever following silently ; Father, by the breeze of eve Called thy harvest-work to leave ; Pray! — ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the knee!
Seite 188 - 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 148 - Bring flowers to the shrine where we kneel in prayer — They are nature's offering, their place is there ! They speak of hope to the fainting heart, With a voice of promise they come and part, They sleep in dust through the wintry hours, They break forth in glory. Bring flowers, bright flowers ! THE CRUSADER'S RETURN. " Alas ! the mother that him bare, If she had been in presence there, iln his wan cheeks and sunburnt hair She had not known her child.
Seite 340 - OH ! how could Fancy crown with thee, In ancient days, the god of wine, And bid thee at the banquet be, Companion of the vine ? Thy home, wild plant, is where each sound Of revelry hath long been o'er ; Where song's full notes once peal'd around, But now are heard no more.
Seite 338 - No more of talk where God or angel guest With man, as with his friend, familiar used To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast...
Seite 77 - 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.