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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... strain awaking Of days long past , From thy soft eyes the sudden tears are breaking , Silent and fast : Not lone , when upwards , in fond visions turning Thy dreamy glance , Thou seek'st my home , where solemn stars are burning , O'er ...
... strain awaking Of days long past , From thy soft eyes the sudden tears are breaking , Silent and fast : Not lone , when upwards , in fond visions turning Thy dreamy glance , Thou seek'st my home , where solemn stars are burning , O'er ...
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Mrs. Hemans. Seems not our sainted mother's voice to murmur in the strain , Kind sister ! gentlest Leonor ! say shall it plead in vain ? " SONG . " Leave us not , leave us not ! Say not adieu ! Have we not been to thee Tender and true ...
Mrs. Hemans. Seems not our sainted mother's voice to murmur in the strain , Kind sister ! gentlest Leonor ! say shall it plead in vain ? " SONG . " Leave us not , leave us not ! Say not adieu ! Have we not been to thee Tender and true ...
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... strains of the forest's mirth , Shall they gladden all but you ? Shut your sweet bells till the fawn comes out On the sunny turf to play , And the woodland child with a fairy shout Goes dancing on its way ! " Nay , let our shadowy ...
... strains of the forest's mirth , Shall they gladden all but you ? Shut your sweet bells till the fawn comes out On the sunny turf to play , And the woodland child with a fairy shout Goes dancing on its way ! " Nay , let our shadowy ...
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... strain Spoke to the Poet's ear exultingly . " The summer is come ; she hath said , ' Rejoice ! ' The wild woods thrill to her merry voice ; Her sweet breath is wandering around , on high ; Sing , sing through the echoing sky ! " There ...
... strain Spoke to the Poet's ear exultingly . " The summer is come ; she hath said , ' Rejoice ! ' The wild woods thrill to her merry voice ; Her sweet breath is wandering around , on high ; Sing , sing through the echoing sky ! " There ...
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... strain ? And is the wound of that arrow still'd , When thy lone music the leaves hath fill'd ? -Bird of the midnight's purple sky ! Teach me the spell of thy melody . VII . - MOORISH GATHERING SONG . ZORZICO.1 CHAINS on 4 * Bird that ...
... strain ? And is the wound of that arrow still'd , When thy lone music the leaves hath fill'd ? -Bird of the midnight's purple sky ! Teach me the spell of thy melody . VII . - MOORISH GATHERING SONG . ZORZICO.1 CHAINS on 4 * Bird that ...
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Alpine horn Alps art thou beauty bird bless thee bloom bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright BROKEN FLOWER brow calm child cloud dark dear Jessy death deep deep note didst divine doth dread dreams E'en earth Edith Enonio eyes faint faith Father fill'd flowers fount gentle glad gleaming gloom glory glow golden willow Gondolier harp hath hear heart Heaven hills holy hour hues immortal John Lodge leaves light lone lyre midst mighty mountain mountain bands ne'er night o'er pale pass'd prayer pure repose rich rills ring-dove Rio Verde rose round scene Seelisberg shadow shed shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft solemn song soul sound spirit star strain stream sweet tears thine thou hast thought thrilling tone trembling Unterwalden Unto vernal voice wake wandering wave weep whisper wild wind wing woods
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Страница 205 - By Him Who bowed to take The death-cup for our sake, The thorn, the rod ! From Whom the last dismay Was not to pass away ; Aid us, O GOD ! 4 Tremblers beside the grave We call on Thee to save, FATHER divine ! Hear, hear our suppliant breath, Keep us in life and death Thine, only Thine.
Страница 44 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Страница 31 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Страница 283 - With light Elysian ; — for the hues that steep Your shores in melting lustre, seem to float On golden clouds from spirit-lands remote, Isles of the blest ; — and in our memory keep Their place with holiest harmonies.
Страница 248 - Verily I say unto you, Wheresoever this gospel shall be preached in the whole world, there shall also this, that this woman hath done, be told for a memorial of her.
Страница 158 - It passed not, though to Him the grave Had yielded up its dead ! But there was sent Him from on high A gift of strength for man to...
Страница 168 - And midst the forms, in pale proud slumber carved Of Warriors on their tombs. — The People kneel Where mail-clad Chiefs have knelt ; where jewelled crowns On the flushed brows of Conquerors have been set; Where the high Anthems of old Victories Have made the dust give echoes.— Hence, vain thoughts! Memories of Power and Pride, which, long ago, Like dim Processions of a dream, have sunk In twilight depths away.
Страница 208 - God ! We are watchers of a beacon Whose light must never die ; We are guardians of an altar 'Midst the silence of the sky : The rocks yield founts of courage, Struck forth as by thy rod ; For the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers...
Страница 75 - 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.
Страница 225 - One spirit, His Who wore the platted thorns with bleeding brows, Rules universal nature. Not a flower But shows some touch, in freckle, streak, or stain, Of his unrivall'd pencil. He inspires Their balmy odours, and imparts their hues, And bathes their eyes with nectar, and includes, In grains as countless as the seaside sands, The forms with which he sprinkles all the earth.