The Works of Mrs. Hemans, with a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her Genius by Mrs. Sigourney ...Lea and Blanchard, 1840 |
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... fair brow , beneath its garlands worn , Was fled ; and fire , like prophecy's , had sprung Clear to her kindled eye . It might be scorn- Pride - sense of wrong - ay , the frail heart is bound By these at times , even as with adamant ...
... fair brow , beneath its garlands worn , Was fled ; and fire , like prophecy's , had sprung Clear to her kindled eye . It might be scorn- Pride - sense of wrong - ay , the frail heart is bound By these at times , even as with adamant ...
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Mrs. Hemans. O bright Theresa ! with thy lifted brow , And thy clasp'd hands , and dark eyes fill'd with prayer ! And thee , sad Inez ! bowing thy fair head , And mantling up thy face , all colourless with dread ! LIII . And Alvar ...
Mrs. Hemans. O bright Theresa ! with thy lifted brow , And thy clasp'd hands , and dark eyes fill'd with prayer ! And thee , sad Inez ! bowing thy fair head , And mantling up thy face , all colourless with dread ! LIII . And Alvar ...
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... fair brow , More high his heart in youthful strength must swell ; So shall it fitly burn when all is told : - Let childhood's radiant mist the free child yet enfold . XV . It is enough that through such heavy hours , As wring us by our ...
... fair brow , More high his heart in youthful strength must swell ; So shall it fitly burn when all is told : - Let childhood's radiant mist the free child yet enfold . XV . It is enough that through such heavy hours , As wring us by our ...
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... fair flower scents , ( 15 ) as they come , and go In the soft air , like music wandering by ; -Oh ! not by these , th ' unfailing , are we taught How time and sorrow on our frames have wrought ; But by the sadden'd eye , the darken'd brow ...
... fair flower scents , ( 15 ) as they come , and go In the soft air , like music wandering by ; -Oh ! not by these , th ' unfailing , are we taught How time and sorrow on our frames have wrought ; But by the sadden'd eye , the darken'd brow ...
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... fair , Too fair a thing to die ! But on his brow the mark is set- Oh ! could my life redeem him yet ! He bounded by me as I gazed Alone on the fatal sign , And it seem'd like sunshine when he raised His joyous glance to mine ! With a ...
... fair , Too fair a thing to die ! But on his brow the mark is set- Oh ! could my life redeem him yet ! He bounded by me as I gazed Alone on the fatal sign , And it seem'd like sunshine when he raised His joyous glance to mine ! With a ...
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Seite 168 - Speak, father!' once again he cried, 'If I may yet be gone!' And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Seite 146 - Give back the lost and lovely ! — those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long ! The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song ! Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown — But all is not thine own.
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 78 - 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 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 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 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 187 - Her lot is on you! — silent tears to weep, And patient smiles to wear through suffering's hour, And sumless riches, from affection's deep, To pour on broken reeds— a wasted shower! And to make idols, and to find them clay, And to bewail that worship — therefore pray!
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...