The works of mrs Hemans; with a memoir of her life, by her sister [H.M. Owen]. |
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... 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 I might hear Once ...
... 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 I might hear Once ...
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Felicia Dorothea Hemans. Thy hand was stretch'd to fainting agony , Even in the portals of th ' unquiet grave ! O Thou that art the life ! and yet didst bear Too much of mortal woe to turn from mortal prayer ! LXXXV . But was it not a ...
Felicia Dorothea Hemans. Thy hand was stretch'd to fainting agony , Even in the portals of th ' unquiet grave ! O Thou that art the life ! and yet didst bear Too much of mortal woe to turn from mortal prayer ! LXXXV . But was it not a ...
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... thou , my child , There at thy play beneath yon ancient pine , With eyes , whose lightning laughter 10 hath be ... art free , the bright birds chasing Whose wings waft star - like gleams from tree to tree ; Or with the fawn , thy swift wood - ...
... thou , my child , There at thy play beneath yon ancient pine , With eyes , whose lightning laughter 10 hath be ... art free , the bright birds chasing Whose wings waft star - like gleams from tree to tree ; Or with the fawn , thy swift wood - ...
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... thy sunny bursts of glee Should wake no more dim thoughts of far - seen woe , But , gladdening fearless eyes , flow on ... thou , by fount and forest - murmur led To worship , thou art blest ! —to thee is shown Earth in her holy pomp ...
... thy sunny bursts of glee Should wake no more dim thoughts of far - seen woe , But , gladdening fearless eyes , flow on ... thou , by fount and forest - murmur led To worship , thou art blest ! —to thee is shown Earth in her holy pomp ...
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... art Thou , Death , Death ! -She lay , a thing for earth's em- brace , To cover with spring - wreaths . For earth's ? - the wave That gives the bier no flowers - makes moan above her grave ! LVIII . On the mid - seas a knell ! -for man ...
... art Thou , Death , Death ! -She lay , a thing for earth's em- brace , To cover with spring - wreaths . For earth's ? - the wave That gives the bier no flowers - makes moan above her grave ! LVIII . On the mid - seas a knell ! -for man ...
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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...