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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Արդյունքներ 27–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... Star of the Mine 159 ... Washington's Statue A Thought of Home at Sea 160 161 .... To the Memory of a Sister - in - Law 161 To an Orphan 163 Hymn by the Sick - bed of a Mother 164 Where is the Sea 165 .... To my own Portrait ... 166 No ...
... Star of the Mine 159 ... Washington's Statue A Thought of Home at Sea 160 161 .... To the Memory of a Sister - in - Law 161 To an Orphan 163 Hymn by the Sick - bed of a Mother 164 Where is the Sea 165 .... To my own Portrait ... 166 No ...
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... star , Now burning o'er yon western hill afar , And under its clear light there lies a spot , Which well might utter forth - Believe it not ! I sat beneath that planet , -I had wept My woe to stillness ; every night - wind slept ; A ...
... star , Now burning o'er yon western hill afar , And under its clear light there lies a spot , Which well might utter forth - Believe it not ! I sat beneath that planet , -I had wept My woe to stillness ; every night - wind slept ; A ...
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... and chivalry , To her , his martyr'd one . But on the face he look'd not , Which once his star had been ; To every form his glance was turn'd , Save of the breathless queen : 31 Though something , won from the grave's embrace , Of.
... and chivalry , To her , his martyr'd one . But on the face he look'd not , Which once his star had been ; To every form his glance was turn'd , Save of the breathless queen : 31 Though something , won from the grave's embrace , Of.
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... star - light gleams , Mother of Sorrows ! lo , I come to thee . Unto thy shrine I bear Night - blowing flowers , like my own heart , to lie All , all unfolded there , Beneath the meekness of thy pitying eye . For thou , that once didst ...
... star - light gleams , Mother of Sorrows ! lo , I come to thee . Unto thy shrine I bear Night - blowing flowers , like my own heart , to lie All , all unfolded there , Beneath the meekness of thy pitying eye . For thou , that once didst ...
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... star ; There are plains whose verdure no foot hath press'd , And whose wealth is all for the first brave guest . " " But alas ! that we should go " -Sang the farewell voices then- " From the homesteads , warm and low , By the brook and ...
... star ; There are plains whose verdure no foot hath press'd , And whose wealth is all for the first brave guest . " " But alas ! that we should go " -Sang the farewell voices then- " From the homesteads , warm and low , By the brook and ...
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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?