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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... 15 16 18 19 23 25 26 28 29 .... 31 32 33 37 38 The Rio Verde Song 39 Seek by the silvery Darro 40 Spanish Evening Hymn Bird that art singing on Ebro's side 40 41 Moorish Gathering Song The Song of Mina's Soldiers Mother , 1 * ( v )
... 15 16 18 19 23 25 26 28 29 .... 31 32 33 37 38 The Rio Verde Song 39 Seek by the silvery Darro 40 Spanish Evening Hymn Bird that art singing on Ebro's side 40 41 Moorish Gathering Song The Song of Mina's Soldiers Mother , 1 * ( v )
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Mrs. Hemans. Moorish Gathering Song The Song of Mina's Soldiers Mother , oh , sing me to rest .... There are sounds in the dark Roncesvalles The Curfew Song of England .... The Call to Battle SONGS FOR SUMMER HOURS : 42 42 43 ..... 44 44 ...
Mrs. Hemans. Moorish Gathering Song The Song of Mina's Soldiers Mother , oh , sing me to rest .... There are sounds in the dark Roncesvalles The Curfew Song of England .... The Call to Battle SONGS FOR SUMMER HOURS : 42 42 43 ..... 44 44 ...
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... Mother 80 Far Away 82 The Lyre and Flower 83 Sister ! since I met thee last The Lonely Bird .... Dirge at Sea .... 83 84 86 Pilgrim's Song to the Evening Star The Meeting of the Ships 86 88 Come Away Fair Helen of Kirconnel 89 .... 90 ...
... Mother 80 Far Away 82 The Lyre and Flower 83 Sister ! since I met thee last The Lonely Bird .... Dirge at Sea .... 83 84 86 Pilgrim's Song to the Evening Star The Meeting of the Ships 86 88 Come Away Fair Helen of Kirconnel 89 .... 90 ...
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... The Painter's Last Work 202 210 216 217 .... 219 A Prayer of Affection .... 223 Mother's Litany by the Sickbed of a Child .... 225 Night Hymn at Sea 226 FEMALE CHARACTERS OF SCRIPTURE , A SERIES OF SONNETS : viii CONTENTS .
... The Painter's Last Work 202 210 216 217 .... 219 A Prayer of Affection .... 223 Mother's Litany by the Sickbed of a Child .... 225 Night Hymn at Sea 226 FEMALE CHARACTERS OF SCRIPTURE , A SERIES OF SONNETS : viii CONTENTS .
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... mother's gift to thee , It would but of this parting hour , a bitter token be ; With funeral splendour to mine eye , it would but sadly shine , And tell of early treasures lost , of joy no longer mine ! Oh sister ! if thy heart be thus ...
... mother's gift to thee , It would but of this parting hour , a bitter token be ; With funeral splendour to mine eye , it would but sadly shine , And tell of early treasures lost , of joy no longer mine ! Oh sister ! if thy heart be thus ...
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Alpine horn Alps art thou beauty bird bless thee bloom bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright BROKEN FLOWER brow calm child cloud dark dear Jessy death deep deep note didst divine doth dread dreams E'en earth Edith Enonio eyes faint faith Father fill'd flowers fount gentle glad gleaming gloom glory glow golden willow Gondolier harp hath hear heart Heaven hills holy hour hues immortal John Lodge leaves light lone lyre midst mighty mountain mountain bands ne'er night o'er pale pass'd prayer pure repose rich rills ring-dove Rio Verde rose round scene Seelisberg shadow shed shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft solemn song soul sound spirit star strain stream sweet tears thine thou hast thought thrilling tone trembling Unterwalden Unto vernal voice wake wandering wave weep whisper wild wind wing woods
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 205 - By Him Who bowed to take The death-cup for our sake, The thorn, the rod ! From Whom the last dismay Was not to pass away ; Aid us, O GOD ! 4 Tremblers beside the grave We call on Thee to save, FATHER divine ! Hear, hear our suppliant breath, Keep us in life and death Thine, only Thine.
Seite 44 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Seite 31 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Seite 283 - With light Elysian ; — for the hues that steep Your shores in melting lustre, seem to float On golden clouds from spirit-lands remote, Isles of the blest ; — and in our memory keep Their place with holiest harmonies.
Seite 248 - Verily I say unto you, Wheresoever this gospel shall be preached in the whole world, there shall also this, that this woman hath done, be told for a memorial of her.
Seite 158 - It passed not, though to Him the grave Had yielded up its dead ! But there was sent Him from on high A gift of strength for man to...
Seite 168 - And midst the forms, in pale proud slumber carved Of Warriors on their tombs. — The People kneel Where mail-clad Chiefs have knelt ; where jewelled crowns On the flushed brows of Conquerors have been set; Where the high Anthems of old Victories Have made the dust give echoes.— Hence, vain thoughts! Memories of Power and Pride, which, long ago, Like dim Processions of a dream, have sunk In twilight depths away.
Seite 208 - God ! We are watchers of a beacon Whose light must never die ; We are guardians of an altar 'Midst the silence of the sky : The rocks yield founts of courage, Struck forth as by thy rod ; For the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers...
Seite 75 - 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 225 - One spirit, His Who wore the platted thorns with bleeding brows, Rules universal nature. Not a flower But shows some touch, in freckle, streak, or stain, Of his unrivall'd pencil. He inspires Their balmy odours, and imparts their hues, And bathes their eyes with nectar, and includes, In grains as countless as the seaside sands, The forms with which he sprinkles all the earth.