The Works of Mrs Hemans;: With a Memoir of Her Life,William Blackwood & Sons, ... and Thomas Cadell, London., 1839 |
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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 . Wave swept on wave . Deck'd for the rites . XLVII . We reach'd a stately square , 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 . Wave swept on wave . Deck'd for the rites . XLVII . We reach'd a stately square , 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 178 - 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 ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Page 264 - PRAISE ye the LORD. Praise ye the LORD from the heavens : Praise him in the heights. Praise ye him, all his angels : Praise ye him, all his hosts.
Page 135 - Give back the lost and lovely ! — those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long ! The prayer went up...
Page 158 - While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They wrapt the ship in splendour wild, They caught the flag on high, And stream'd above the gallant child, Like banners in the sky. There came a burst of thunder sound— The boy— oh! where was he? Ask of the winds that far around With fragments strewed the sea, With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part; But the noblest thing that perished there Was that young faithful heart.
Page 158 - 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 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 255 - They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters ; These see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep.
Page 158 - With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing which perished there Was that young faithful heart...
Page 175 - tis lovely ! — Childhood's lip and cheek, Mantling beneath its earnest brow of thought — Gaze — yet what seest thou in those fair, and meek, And fragile...
Page 160 - 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.