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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... tears - therefore she thus can die . XXXVIII . Therefore didst thou , through that heart - shaking scene , As through a triumph , move ; and cast aside Thine own sweet thoughtfulness for victory's mien , O faithful sister ! cheering ...
... tears - therefore she thus can die . XXXVIII . Therefore didst thou , through that heart - shaking scene , As through a triumph , move ; and cast aside Thine own sweet thoughtfulness for victory's mien , O faithful sister ! cheering ...
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... tears gush'd Like blood - drops from a victim ; with swift rain Bathing the bosom where she lean'd that hour , As if her life would melt into th ' o'erswelling shower . LIX . But he whose arm sustain'd her ! —oh ! I knew ' Twas vain ...
... tears gush'd Like blood - drops from a victim ; with swift rain Bathing the bosom where she lean'd that hour , As if her life would melt into th ' o'erswelling shower . LIX . But he whose arm sustain'd her ! —oh ! I knew ' Twas vain ...
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... tears And kneeling votaries on their marble kept ! Ye were too mighty in your pomp of gloom And trophied age , O temple , altar , tomb ! And you , ye dead ! -for in that faith ye slept , Whose weight had grown a mountain's on my heart ...
... tears And kneeling votaries on their marble kept ! Ye were too mighty in your pomp of gloom And trophied age , O temple , altar , tomb ! And you , ye dead ! -for in that faith ye slept , Whose weight had grown a mountain's on my heart ...
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... tears , yet awful , shedding , Beheld a weeper at a mortal's grave ? And is this weight of anguish , which they bind On life , this searing to the quick of mind , That but to God its own free path would crave , This crushing out of hope ...
... tears , yet awful , shedding , Beheld a weeper at a mortal's grave ? And is this weight of anguish , which they bind On life , this searing to the quick of mind , That but to God its own free path would crave , This crushing out of hope ...
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... tears- Oh ! what a sight is heaven , thus first beheld for years ! XVIII . The rolling clouds ! -they have the whole blue space Above to sail in - all the dome of sky ! My soul shot with them in their breezy race O'er star and gloom ...
... tears- Oh ! what a sight is heaven , thus first beheld for years ! XVIII . The rolling clouds ! -they have the whole blue space Above to sail in - all the dome of sky ! My soul shot with them in their breezy race O'er star and gloom ...
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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 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 thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought tomb tone voice wave weep wert wild wind woods Аут
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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...