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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... once home , -my native Spain ! My own bright land - my father's land - my child's ! What hath thy son brought from thee to the wilds ? He hath brought marks of torture and the chain , Traces of things which pass not as a breeze ; A ...
... once home , -my native Spain ! My own bright land - my father's land - my child's ! What hath thy son brought from thee to the wilds ? He hath brought marks of torture and the chain , Traces of things which pass not as a breeze ; A ...
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... Once more the music of the mountaineer ! And from the sunny vales the shepherd's strain Floats out , and fills the solitary place With the old tuneful names of Spain's heroic race . XIII . But there was silence one bright , golden THE ...
... Once more the music of the mountaineer ! And from the sunny vales the shepherd's strain Floats out , and fills the solitary place With the old tuneful names of Spain's heroic race . XIII . But there was silence one bright , golden THE ...
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... once thou brightly worest , Cheering me onward through a fearful hour , When we were girt by Indian bow and spear ' Midst the white Andes - even as mountain deer , Hemm'd in our camp - but through the javelin shower We rent our way , a ...
... once thou brightly worest , Cheering me onward through a fearful hour , When we were girt by Indian bow and spear ' Midst the white Andes - even as mountain deer , Hemm'd in our camp - but through the javelin shower We rent our way , a ...
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... once answering to his call . Alas , that lonely father ! doom'd to pine For sounds departed in his life's decline , And , ' midst the shadowing banners of his hall , With his white hair to sit , and deem the name A hundred chiefs had ...
... once answering to his call . Alas , that lonely father ! doom'd to pine For sounds departed in his life's decline , And , ' midst the shadowing banners of his hall , With his white hair to sit , and deem the name A hundred chiefs had ...
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... once more ! But mine was fetter'd ; -mute in strong amaze , I watch'd his features as the night - wind blew , And torch - light or the moon's pass'd o'er their marble hue . LV . The trampling of a steed ! —a tall white steed , Rending ...
... once more ! But mine was fetter'd ; -mute in strong amaze , I watch'd his features as the night - wind blew , And torch - light or the moon's pass'd o'er their marble hue . LV . The trampling of a steed ! —a tall white steed , Rending ...
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art thou Aymer banners bards beauty beneath blue streams brave breast breath breeze bright bright land bright wave brother brow Cader Idris call'd Chatillon cloud dark Dartmoor dead death deep dreams dwell e'en earth fair fair brow Fair Isle farewell father fear floating flowers fount gleam gloom gone grave hath haunted ground hear heard heart heaven hills hour hush'd Lake of Lucerne land leave light Llywarch Hen lone look look'd midst mighty mirth Moraima mountain night o'er OWAIN CYFEILIOG pale pass'd pine pour'd RAIMER rest rills Rio verde rock round scene seem'd shades shadows shining silent sleep smile soft song soul sound speak spears spirit stars storm streams sunny sweet swell sword tears tell thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought tomb tone voice wave weep wert wild wind woods Аут
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Seite 187 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the North-wind's breath, And stars to set — but ALL, Thou hast ALL seasons for thine own, O, Death...
Seite 167 - And shouted but once more aloud, "My Father! must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They...
Seite 182 - midst that wild scene, Gleam'd up the boy's dead face, Like Slumber's, trustingly serene, In melancholy grace. Deep in her bosom lay his head, With half-shut violet eye — He had known little of her dread, Nought of her agony ! Oh ! human Love, whose yearning heart, Through all things vainly true, So stamps upon thy mortal part Its passionate adieu — Surely thou hast another lot, There is some home for thee, Where thou shalt rest, remembering not The moaning of the sea ! A VOYAGER'S DREAM OF LAND.
Seite 192 - CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light fades away; Mother, with thine earnest eye Ever following silently ; Father, by the breeze of eve Called thy harvest-work to leave ; Pray! — ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the knee!
Seite 338 - OH ! 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.
Seite 336 - No more of talk where God or angel guest With man, as with his friend, familiar used To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast...
Seite 144 - Yet more ! the billows and the depths have more ! High hearts and brave are gathered to thy breast ! They hear not now the booming waters roar, The battle-thunders will not break their rest. Keep thy red gold and gems, thou stormy grave ! Give back the true and brave...
Seite 186 - LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
Seite 167 - With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing which perished there Was that young faithful heart...
Seite 341 - And men stood breathless in their dread, And baffled in their skill — But One was there, who rose and said To the wild sea,