The Works of Mrs. Hemans: With a Memoir of Her Life, Volume 6William Blackwood, 1841 |
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Pagina 7
... brow , that wore Of the once beating heart no token more ; And stillness on the lip and o'er the hair A gleam , that trembled through the breathless air And an unfathom'd calm , that seem'd to lie In the grave sweetness of the illumined ...
... brow , that wore Of the once beating heart no token more ; And stillness on the lip and o'er the hair A gleam , that trembled through the breathless air And an unfathom'd calm , that seem'd to lie In the grave sweetness of the illumined ...
Pagina 9
... brow - the thrilling tone , The still and shining eye ! and never more May twilight gloom or midnight hush restore That radiant guest ! One full - fraught hour of heaven , To earthly passion's wild implorings given , Was made my own ...
... brow - the thrilling tone , The still and shining eye ! and never more May twilight gloom or midnight hush restore That radiant guest ! One full - fraught hour of heaven , To earthly passion's wild implorings given , Was made my own ...
Pagina 11
... brow , and her Upraised to the Virgin's portray'd above , And her hair flung back , till it swept the Of a Chatillon with its gleamy wave . And her fragile frame , at every blast , That full of the savage war - horn pass'd , Trembling ...
... brow , and her Upraised to the Virgin's portray'd above , And her hair flung back , till it swept the Of a Chatillon with its gleamy wave . And her fragile frame , at every blast , That full of the savage war - horn pass'd , Trembling ...
Pagina 12
... brow , And her young voice rose till the peasant shook At the thrilling tone and the falcon - look : - " Dost thou stand by the tombs of the glorious dead , And fear not to say that their son hath fled ? -Away ! he is lying by lance and ...
... brow , And her young voice rose till the peasant shook At the thrilling tone and the falcon - look : - " Dost thou stand by the tombs of the glorious dead , And fear not to say that their son hath fled ? -Away ! he is lying by lance and ...
Pagina 13
... needing nor hearth nor board ; Only a requiem , a shroud , a knell , And oh ! ye beloved of women , farewell ! Silently , with lips compress'd , Pale hands clasp'd above her breast , Stately brow of anguish high , Deathlike cheek , but.
... needing nor hearth nor board ; Only a requiem , a shroud , a knell , And oh ! ye beloved of women , farewell ! Silently , with lips compress'd , Pale hands clasp'd above her breast , Stately brow of anguish high , Deathlike cheek , but.
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
ANCESTRAL SONG art thou Auvergne banner bear beauty BERNARDO DEL CARPIO bird bless'd blessing blue streams bower breast breath bright brother brow child clouds dark dead death deep dreams dwell e'en earth faint farewell fill'd flowers fount gentle glad glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave grief hath haunted heaven holy hour JOANNA BAILLIE Leonora d'Este LICHFIELD CATHEDRAL light lone lyre MARGUERITE OF FRANCE midst mighty mingled mirth mountain mournful night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer proud Rhine rich rose seem'd shadow shed shore shrine silent sing skies sleep smile soft solemn song soul sound sound Of hope spirit stranger's heart stream strong sunny sunset tree sweet Tasso tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought thrilling thy heart tomb tone unto voice wandering wave weep wild wind wings
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Pagina 47 - No more, there is no more," he said, "to lift the sword for now; My king is false, my hope betrayed, my father — oh, the worth, The glory, and the loveliness, are passed away from earth!
Pagina 123 - I HEAR thee speak of the better land, Thou call'st its children a happy band ; Mother! oh, where is that radiant shore? Shall we not seek it, and weep no more? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies glance through the myrtle boughs...
Pagina 223 - Cased in the unfeeling armour of old time, The lightning, the fierce wind, and trampling waves. Farewell, farewell, the heart that lives alone, Housed in a dream, at distance from the kind ! Such happiness, wherever it be known, Is to be pitied ; for 'tis surely blind. But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer, And frequent sights of what is to be borne ! Such sights, or worse, as are before me here. — Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
Pagina 171 - Yes, tuneful is the sound That dwells in whispering boughs ; Welcome the freshness round ! And the gale that fans our brows. But rest more sweet and still Than ever nightfall gave, Our yearning hearts shall fill In the world beyond the grave. There shall no tempest blow, No scorching noontide heat; There shall be no more snow, No weary wandering feet. So we lift our trusting eyes From the hills our fathers trod, To the qniet of the skies, To the Sabbath of our God ! Street is the hour of rest!
Pagina 49 - To a mysteriously consorted pair This place is consecrate ; to Death and Life, And to the best affections that proceed From their conjunction ; consecrate to faith In him who bled for man upon the cross...
Pagina 95 - ... fairy dreams , beneath The shadowing lids to play. I come with mightier things ! Who calls me silent? — I have many tones: The dark skies thrill with low mysterious moans Borne on my sweeping wings. I waft them not alone From the deep organ of the forest shades, Or buried streams , unheard amidst their glades, Till the bright day is done. But in the human breast A thousand still small voices I awake, Strong in their sweetness from the soul to shake The mantle of its rest. I bring them from...
Pagina 114 - Knew'st thou with what thou art parting here, Long wouldst thou linger in doubt and fear ; Thy heart's light laughter, thy sunny hours, Thou hast left in our shades with the spring's wild flowers. " Under the arch by our mingling made, Thou and thy brother have gaily played ; Ye may meet again where ye roved of yore, But as ye have met there — oh ! never more...
Pagina 123 - Not there, not there, my child !" " Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ?'' — " Not there, not there, my child...
Pagina 225 - I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed.
Pagina 195 - A rose's brief bright life of joy, Such unto him was given ; Go — thou must play alone, my boy! Thy brother is in heaven." "And has he left his birds and flowers; And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again?