The works of mrs Hemans; with a memoir of her life, by her sister [H.M. Owen]. |
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... hope ye chose - one death . XLI . So didst thou pass on brightly ! —but for her , Next in that path , how may her doom be spoken ! All merciful ! to think that such things were , And are , and seen by men with hearts unbroken ! To think ...
... hope ye chose - one death . XLI . So didst thou pass on brightly ! —but for her , Next in that path , how may her doom be spoken ! All merciful ! to think that such things were , And are , and seen by men with hearts unbroken ! To think ...
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... hope . But now the throng Roll'd on , and bore me with their living tide , Even as a bark wherein is left no power to guide . XLVII . Wave swept on wave . We reach'd a stately square , Deck'd for the rites . An altar stood on high , And ...
... hope . But now the throng Roll'd on , and bore me with their living tide , Even as a bark wherein is left no power to guide . XLVII . Wave swept on wave . We reach'd a stately square , Deck'd for the rites . An altar stood on high , And ...
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... 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 for her soft flowering youth ! LX . He woo'd her back to life.- " Sweet Inez ...
... 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 for her soft flowering youth ! LX . He woo'd her back to life.- " Sweet Inez ...
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... hope in thy last hour ! -though love was there Striving to wring thy troubled soul from prayer , And life seem'd robed in beautiful array , Too fair to leave ! —but this might be forgiven , Thou wert so richly crown'd with precious ...
... hope in thy last hour ! -though love was there Striving to wring thy troubled soul from prayer , And life seem'd robed in beautiful array , Too fair to leave ! —but this might be forgiven , Thou wert so richly crown'd with precious ...
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... hope might be - his soul had hoped - ' twas o'er- Slowly his failing arms dropp'd from the form they bore . LXV . They forced him from that spot . It might be well , That the fierce , reckless words by anguish wrung From his torn breast ...
... hope might be - his soul had hoped - ' twas o'er- Slowly his failing arms dropp'd from the form they bore . LXV . They forced him from that spot . It might be well , That the fierce , reckless words by anguish wrung From his torn breast ...
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Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 249 - I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth.
Page 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...
Page 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...