The Work of Mrs. Hemans, Հատոր 6Lea and Blanchard, 1842 |
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... Grief 211 To the New - Born 213 The Death - Song of Alcestis 214 The Home of Love 217 Books and Flowers 220 For a Picture of St. Cecilia The Brigand Leader and his Wife The Child's Return from the Woodlands The Faith of Love 222 224 ...
... Grief 211 To the New - Born 213 The Death - Song of Alcestis 214 The Home of Love 217 Books and Flowers 220 For a Picture of St. Cecilia The Brigand Leader and his Wife The Child's Return from the Woodlands The Faith of Love 222 224 ...
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... grief . - Of grief ? -be strong , awake ! Hath not thy love been victory , O , my soul ? Hath not its conflict won a voice to shake Death's fastnesses ? -a magic to control Worlds far removed ? - from o'er the grave to thee Love hath ...
... grief . - Of grief ? -be strong , awake ! Hath not thy love been victory , O , my soul ? Hath not its conflict won a voice to shake Death's fastnesses ? -a magic to control Worlds far removed ? - from o'er the grave to thee Love hath ...
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... grief , the love , The fear of woman's soul ; to thee I come ! Many , and sad , and deep , Were the thoughts folded in thy silent breast ; Thou , too , couldst watch and weep- Hear , gentlest mother ! hear a heart oppress'd ! There is a ...
... grief , the love , The fear of woman's soul ; to thee I come ! Many , and sad , and deep , Were the thoughts folded in thy silent breast ; Thou , too , couldst watch and weep- Hear , gentlest mother ! hear a heart oppress'd ! There is a ...
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... grief to be ; I hear a warning low- Sweet mother ! call me hence ! This wild idolatry must end in woe . The troubled joy of life , Love's lightning happiness , my soul hath known ; And , worn with feverish strife , Would fold its wings ...
... grief to be ; I hear a warning low- Sweet mother ! call me hence ! This wild idolatry must end in woe . The troubled joy of life , Love's lightning happiness , my soul hath known ; And , worn with feverish strife , Would fold its wings ...
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... grief and glee ; Man's voice , unbroken by sighs , was there , Filling with triumph the sunny air ; Of fresh green lands , and of pastures new , It sang , while the bark through the surges flew : But ever and anon A murmur of farewell ...
... grief and glee ; Man's voice , unbroken by sighs , was there , Filling with triumph the sunny air ; Of fresh green lands , and of pastures new , It sang , while the bark through the surges flew : But ever and anon A murmur of farewell ...
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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 dwell e'en earth faint fair farewell fill'd flowers fount 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 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 141 - Not there, not there, my child ! " " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair — Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, — "It is there, it is there, my child !
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 - 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 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?
Էջ 193 - And when they came to Marah, they could not drink of the waters of Marah, for they were bitter : therefore the name of it was called Marah.
Էջ 140 - I HEAR thee speak of the better land, Thou call'st its children a happy band ; Mother! oh, where is that radiant shore? Shall we not seek it, and weep no more? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies glance through the myrtle boughs...
Էջ 83 - Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...