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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... clouds , to Him , her own unfet- ter'd way ! VIII . And thou , my boy ! that silent at my knee Dost lift to mine thy soft , dark , earnest eyes , Fill'd with the love of childhood , which I see Pure through its depths , a thing without ...
... clouds , to Him , her own unfet- ter'd way ! VIII . And thou , my boy ! that silent at my knee Dost lift to mine thy soft , dark , earnest eyes , Fill'd with the love of childhood , which I see Pure through its depths , a thing without ...
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... cloud , o'ersweeping , without wind , the sky , Dream - like I saw the sad procession pass , And mark'd its victims with a tearless eye . They moved before me but as pictures , wrought Each to reveal some secret of man's thought , On ...
... cloud , o'ersweeping , without wind , the sky , Dream - like I saw the sad procession pass , And mark'd its victims with a tearless eye . They moved before me but as pictures , wrought Each to reveal some secret of man's thought , On ...
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... cloud was driven Parting in clouds from those that look'd their last , And sigh'd- " Farewell , thou sun ! " - Eve glow'd and pass'd- Night - midnight and the moon - came forth and shed Sleep , even as dew , on glen , wood , peopled ...
... cloud was driven Parting in clouds from those that look'd their last , And sigh'd- " Farewell , thou sun ! " - Eve glow'd and pass'd- Night - midnight and the moon - came forth and shed Sleep , even as dew , on glen , wood , peopled ...
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... cloud ; To the most ancient heavens I would have said- " Speak to me ! show me truth ! " ( 8 ) -through night aloud I would have cried to him , the newly dead , " Come back ! and show me truth ! " THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 39.
... cloud ; To the most ancient heavens I would have said- " Speak to me ! show me truth ! " ( 8 ) -through night aloud I would have cried to him , the newly dead , " Come back ! and show me truth ! " THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 39.
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... clouds and reverently , had swept ; Not by those shrines , which yet the trace of 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 ...
... clouds and reverently , had swept ; Not by those shrines , which yet the trace of 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 ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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...