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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... ne vouloir pas croire des mysteres incomprehensibles , ils suivent l'une apres l'autre d'incomprehensibles erreurs . " — BossUET , Oraisons Funebres . 1 * ( 5 ) THE SCEPTIC . WHEN the young Eagle , with exulting THE SCEPTIC.
... ne vouloir pas croire des mysteres incomprehensibles , ils suivent l'une apres l'autre d'incomprehensibles erreurs . " — BossUET , Oraisons Funebres . 1 * ( 5 ) THE SCEPTIC . WHEN the young Eagle , with exulting THE SCEPTIC.
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Mrs. Hemans. THE SCEPTIC . WHEN the young Eagle , with exulting eye , Has learned to dare the splendour of the sky , And leave the Alps beneath him in his course , To bathe his crest in morn's empyreal source , Will his free wing , from ...
Mrs. Hemans. THE SCEPTIC . WHEN the young Eagle , with exulting eye , Has learned to dare the splendour of the sky , And leave the Alps beneath him in his course , To bathe his crest in morn's empyreal source , Will his free wing , from ...
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... young , Faith to Thy bosom , as her home , hath sprung , If Hope's retreat hath been , through all the past , The shadow by the Rock of Ages cast , Father , forsake us not ! -when tortures urge The shrinking soul to that mysterious ...
... young , Faith to Thy bosom , as her home , hath sprung , If Hope's retreat hath been , through all the past , The shadow by the Rock of Ages cast , Father , forsake us not ! -when tortures urge The shrinking soul to that mysterious ...
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... young bosom , o'er thy lifeless child , Yearn'd with vain longing - still thy patient eye , To its last light , beam'd holy constancy ! Torn from a lot in cloudless sunshine cast , Amidst those agonies - thy first and last , Thy pale ...
... young bosom , o'er thy lifeless child , Yearn'd with vain longing - still thy patient eye , To its last light , beam'd holy constancy ! Torn from a lot in cloudless sunshine cast , Amidst those agonies - thy first and last , Thy pale ...
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... young accent still the immortal lays Of Zion's bards , in inspiration's days , When angels , whispering through the cedar shade , Prophetic tones to Judah's harp convey'd ; And as , her soul all glistening in her eyes , She bids the ...
... young accent still the immortal lays Of Zion's bards , in inspiration's days , When angels , whispering through the cedar shade , Prophetic tones to Judah's harp convey'd ; And as , her soul all glistening in her eyes , She bids the ...
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Abdullah art thou aught banner battle of Platea bear beneath blest blood bosom bowers brave breast breath bright brow burst calm Carthage cast Castile cheek clouds crown'd dark dead death deep doth dread dreams dust dwell E'en earth Elmina Eurotas fair faith fane fear festal fierce flowers founts gaze gleam gloom glorious glory glow Gonzalez grief hast thou hath heart Heaven Hernandez holy hope hour hush'd land light lonely look'd lyre midst mighty mighty hearts Moorish mortal ne'er night noble o'er pale pangs pass'd pour'd proud repose rest rocks Roncesvalles scene SEBASTIAN OF PORTUGAL seem'd shade shadow shore shrine silent skies sleep smile song soul sound Spain spears spirit stamp'd storm stream sunbeam swell sword tears thee thine thou hast thought tomb towers Twas unto Valencia voice warrior wave wild winds Ximena Zamor
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Seite 304 - There is none In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart.
Seite 26 - And, behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the LORD ; but the LORD was not in the wind : and after the wind an earthquake : but the LORD was not in the earthquake : and after the earthquake a fire ; but the LORD teas not in the fire : and after the fire a still small voice.
Seite 139 - Know ye not that there is a prince and a great man fallen this day in Israel?
Seite 26 - And behold the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and broke in pieces the rocks before the Lord ; but the Lord was not in the wind ; and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire ; and after the fire a still small voice.
Seite 221 - Marmora, which was known to the ancients by the denomination of Propontis. The navigation from the issue of the Bosphorus to the entrance of the Hellespont is about one hundred and twenty miles. Those who steer their westward course through the middle of the Propontis may at once descry the high lands of Thrace and Bithynia, and never lose sight of the lofty summit of Mount Olympus, covered with eternal snows.
Seite 378 - E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust, to its narrow house beneath! Soul, to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.
Seite 305 - ... fond care for him, Hung o'er his sleep, and, duly as heaven's light, Was there to greet his wakening ! You ne'er smoothed His couch, ne'er sung him to his rosy rest Caught his least whisper, when his voice from yours Had learned soft utterance ; pressed your lip to his, When fever parched it ; hushed his wayward cries, With patient, vigilant, never-wearied love ! No ! these are woman's tasks...
Seite 254 - There was tumult in the crowded strait, And a cry of wild dismay, And many a warrior met his fate From a peasant's hand that day ! And the empire's banner then From its place of waving free, Went down before the shepherd-men, The men of the...
Seite 223 - The sight of his blood, and the exquisite pain, appalled the courage of the chief, whose arms and counsels were the firmest rampart of the city. As he withdrew from his station in quest of a surgeon, his flight was perceived and stopped by the indefatigable emperor. " Your " wound," exclaimed Palaeologus, is slight ; the " danger is pressing; your presence is necessary;
Seite 130 - THERE are bright scenes beneath Italian skies, Where glowing suns their purest light diffuse, Uncultured flowers in wild profusion rise, And nature lavishes her warmest hues ; But trust thou not her smile, her balmy breath, Away ! her charms are but the pomp of Death ! He, in the vine-clad bowers, unseen is dwelling, Where the cool shade its freshness round thee throws...