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Pagina 4
... Night . The Two Voices , 248 The Parting Ship , 249 The Last Tree of the Forest , 250 The Streams , 251 The Voice of ... Night - Blowing Flowers , 383 F. A. L. 299 The Wanderer and the Night A Parting Song , ib . Flowers , 381 We Return ...
... Night . The Two Voices , 248 The Parting Ship , 249 The Last Tree of the Forest , 250 The Streams , 251 The Voice of ... Night - Blowing Flowers , 383 F. A. L. 299 The Wanderer and the Night A Parting Song , ib . Flowers , 381 We Return ...
Pagina 5
... Night Hymn at Sea , The Invocation , ib . The Song of Hope , The Bird at Sea , ib . Hymn of the Traveller's Household , 488 The Painter's Last Work , Mother's Litany by the Sickbed of 408 FEMALE CHARACTERS OF SCRIPTURE , A SERIES OF 490 ...
... Night Hymn at Sea , The Invocation , ib . The Song of Hope , The Bird at Sea , ib . Hymn of the Traveller's Household , 488 The Painter's Last Work , Mother's Litany by the Sickbed of 408 FEMALE CHARACTERS OF SCRIPTURE , A SERIES OF 490 ...
Pagina 20
... -- Would'st thou dare , lady , To join our counsels at the night's mid watch , In the lone cavern by the rock - hewn cross ? Vit . What should I shrink from ? THE VESPERS OF PALERMO . Pro . Oh ! the 20 THE VESPERS OF PALERMO .
... -- Would'st thou dare , lady , To join our counsels at the night's mid watch , In the lone cavern by the rock - hewn cross ? Vit . What should I shrink from ? THE VESPERS OF PALERMO . Pro . Oh ! the 20 THE VESPERS OF PALERMO .
Pagina 21
... night Comes , with her cloudy phantoms , and her pale Uncertain moonbeams , and the hollow sounds Of her mysterious winds ; their aspect then Is of another and more fearful world ; A realm of indistinct and shadowy forms . Waking ...
... night Comes , with her cloudy phantoms , and her pale Uncertain moonbeams , and the hollow sounds Of her mysterious winds ; their aspect then Is of another and more fearful world ; A realm of indistinct and shadowy forms . Waking ...
Pagina 22
... night Like this , of clouds contending with the moon . A night of sweeping winds , of rustling leaves , And swift wild shadows floating o'er the earth , Clothed with a phantom life ; when , after years Of battle and captivity , I spurr ...
... night Like this , of clouds contending with the moon . A night of sweeping winds , of rustling leaves , And swift wild shadows floating o'er the earth , Clothed with a phantom life ; when , after years Of battle and captivity , I spurr ...
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Complete Works, Reprinted Entire from the Last English Edition, Volume 1 Mrs. Hemans Volledige weergave - 1852 |
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art thou beauty bless bowers breast breath breeze bright bright band brow child clouds Conradin dark dead death deep doth dreams dwell E'en earth faint fair farewell father fear flowers gaze gentle glad glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave grief harp hath haunted heart heaven holy hope hour Joanna Baillie leaves light lone lyre MARGUERITE OF FRANCE midst Montalba mountain mournful night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer PROCIDA proud Provençal Raim Raimond Rhine rich rill rose round scene seem'd shadow shed shine Sicilians Sicily silent sing skies sleep smile soft soft eyes solemn song soul sound spirit stars stranger's heart stream strong sunny sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought thrilling tomb tone Twas unto voice wandering wave weep whisper wild wind wings woods young
Populaire passages
Pagina 169 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Pagina 519 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine; what is low, raise and support...
Pagina 251 - 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.
Pagina 137 - THE stately homes of England, How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream. The merry homes of England ! Around their hearths by night, What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or .childhood's tale is told, Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page...
Pagina 167 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free...
Pagina 167 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth.
Pagina 167 - THE breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Pagina 168 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Pagina 262 - 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!
Pagina 262 - Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? Not there ; not there, my child.