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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... Water - Lilies . 105 The Broken Flower 106 .... I would we had not met again 106 .... Fairies ' Recall 107 The Rock Beside the Sea 108 Oh , ye voices gone 109 .... 110 110 111 112 114 .... By a mountain CONTENTS . vii.
... Water - Lilies . 105 The Broken Flower 106 .... I would we had not met again 106 .... Fairies ' Recall 107 The Rock Beside the Sea 108 Oh , ye voices gone 109 .... 110 110 111 112 114 .... By a mountain CONTENTS . vii.
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... Water - Lily .... RECORDS OF THE SPRING OF 1834 : - ...... 253 253 254 254 .... 255 256 256 257 257 258 ... 258 259 260 I. A Vernal Thought .... 262 V. A Thought of the Sea II . To the Sky .... III . On Records of Immature Genius IV ...
... Water - Lily .... RECORDS OF THE SPRING OF 1834 : - ...... 253 253 254 254 .... 255 256 256 257 257 258 ... 258 259 260 I. A Vernal Thought .... 262 V. A Thought of the Sea II . To the Sky .... III . On Records of Immature Genius IV ...
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... waters ! will ye give me peace ? Away ! my weary soul hath sought In vain one echoing sigh , One answer to consuming thought In human hearts — and will the wave reply ? Sound on , thou dark unslumbering sea ! Sound in thy scorn and ...
... waters ! will ye give me peace ? Away ! my weary soul hath sought In vain one echoing sigh , One answer to consuming thought In human hearts — and will the wave reply ? Sound on , thou dark unslumbering sea ! Sound in thy scorn and ...
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... waters , by ! Faint gales , with happy sigh , Come wandering o'er That green and mossy bed , Where , on a gentle head , Storms beat no more ! What though for her in vain Falls now the bright spring - rain , Plays the soft wind ? Yet ...
... waters , by ! Faint gales , with happy sigh , Come wandering o'er That green and mossy bed , Where , on a gentle head , Storms beat no more ! What though for her in vain Falls now the bright spring - rain , Plays the soft wind ? Yet ...
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... waters Well might wear the trace Of thy consummate form , melting to softer grace . Will that clime enfold thee With immortal air ? Shall we not behold thee Bright and deathless there ? In spirit - lustre clothed , transcendently more ...
... waters Well might wear the trace Of thy consummate form , melting to softer grace . Will that clime enfold thee With immortal air ? Shall we not behold thee Bright and deathless there ? In spirit - lustre clothed , transcendently more ...
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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.