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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... rich world unseen ! Thou curtain'd realm of spirits ! -Thus my cry Hath troubled air and silence - dost thou lie Spread all around , yet by some filmy screen A SPIRIT'S RETURN . 15 Shut from us ever ? 14 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
... rich world unseen ! Thou curtain'd realm of spirits ! -Thus my cry Hath troubled air and silence - dost thou lie Spread all around , yet by some filmy screen A SPIRIT'S RETURN . 15 Shut from us ever ? 14 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
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... rich jewel gleaming in a grave , Like golden sand in some dark river's wave , So did my soul that costly knowledge keep So jealously ! —a thing o'er which to shed , When stars alone beheld the drooping head , Lone tears ! yet ofttimes ...
... rich jewel gleaming in a grave , Like golden sand in some dark river's wave , So did my soul that costly knowledge keep So jealously ! —a thing o'er which to shed , When stars alone beheld the drooping head , Lone tears ! yet ofttimes ...
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... rich for aught so fleeting ! -Like a knell Swept o'er my sense its closing words , - " Farewell , On earth we meet no more ! " - and all was gone- The pale bright settled brow - the thrilling tone- The still and shining eye ! —and never ...
... rich for aught so fleeting ! -Like a knell Swept o'er my sense its closing words , - " Farewell , On earth we meet no more ! " - and all was gone- The pale bright settled brow - the thrilling tone- The still and shining eye ! —and never ...
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... rich hours , but wooes me to the Dead ! The only beautiful that change no more , The only loved ! -the dwellers on the shore Of spring fulfill'd ! - The Dead ! —whom call we so ? They that breathe purer air , that feel , that know ...
... rich hours , but wooes me to the Dead ! The only beautiful that change no more , The only loved ! -the dwellers on the shore Of spring fulfill'd ! - The Dead ! —whom call we so ? They that breathe purer air , that feel , that know ...
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... rich pavilion , High on a glittering throne , A woman's form sat silently , ' Midst the glare of light alone . Her jewell'd robes fell strangely still- The drapery on her breast Seem'd with no pulse beneath to thrill , So stone - like ...
... rich pavilion , High on a glittering throne , A woman's form sat silently , ' Midst the glare of light alone . Her jewell'd robes fell strangely still- The drapery on her breast Seem'd with no pulse beneath to thrill , So stone - like ...
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ANCESTRAL SONG art thou Auvergne bear beauty BERNARDO DEL CARPIO bless'd blessing blue streams bower breast breath bright brother brow child childhood's clouds dark dead death deep dreams dust dwell e'en earth faint fair farewell fill'd flowers gaze gentle GIULIO REGONDI glad glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave grief hath haunted heaven holy hour JOANNA BAILLIE Leonora d'Este LICHFIELD CATHEDRAL light linger lone lyre MARGUERITE OF FRANCE midst mighty mingled mirth mountain mournful night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer proud Rhine rich rose seem'd shadow shed shore shrine silent sing skies sleep smile soft solemn song soul sound spirit stranger's heart stream strong sunny sunset tree sweet Tasso tears thee thine things Thou art Thou hast thought thrilling tomb tone unto voice wander wave weep whispers wild wind wings
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Էջ 78 - The better days of life were ours; The worst can be but mine; The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers, Shall never more be thine.
Էջ 122 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Էջ 193 - And he cried unto the Lord ; and the Lord showed him a tree, which when he had cast into the waters, the waters were made sweet : there he made for them a statute and an ordinance, and there he proved them, 26.
Էջ 62 - Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire, Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed,— Thou canst not ? — and a king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head...
Էջ 187 - Pleasant the wind's low sigh, And the gleaming of the west, And the turf whereon we lie ; When the burden and the heat Of labour's task are o'er, And kindly voices greet The tired one at his door. Come to the sunset tree ! The day is past and gone ; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.
Էջ 61 - Amidst the pale and wildered looks of all the courtier train ; And, with a fierce, o'ermastering grasp, the rearing war-horse led, And sternly set them face to face, — the king before the dead : —
Էջ 317 - O clear and shining light, whose beams That hour Heaven's glory shed Around the palms, and 'o'er the streams, And on the shepherds...
Էջ 172 - I IN these flowery meads would be : These crystal streams should solace me; To whose harmonious bubbling noise I with my angle would rejoice. Sit here, and see the turtle-dove Court his chaste mate to acts of love; Or on that bank, feel the west wind Breathe health and plenty; please my mind. To see sweet dewdrops kiss these flowers. And then...
Էջ 112 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Էջ 52 - Whispered my native streams ; " Hath the spirit nursed amidst hill and grove. Still revered its first high dreams?