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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... .. The Cross in the Wilderness Last Rites The Hebrew Mother 175 178 180 The Wreck .... 183 The Trumpet .... 185 Evening Prayer at a Girls ' School 186 The Hour of Death 188 The Hour of Prayer The Lost Pleiad .... The Cliffs iv CONTENTS .
... .. The Cross in the Wilderness Last Rites The Hebrew Mother 175 178 180 The Wreck .... 183 The Trumpet .... 185 Evening Prayer at a Girls ' School 186 The Hour of Death 188 The Hour of Prayer The Lost Pleiad .... The Cliffs iv CONTENTS .
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... free , the proud , the beautiful ! whose eye Grew fix'd before them , while a people's breath Was hush'd , and its one soul bound in the thought of death ! XVIII . It might be that , amidst the countless 2 * THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 17.
... free , the proud , the beautiful ! whose eye Grew fix'd before them , while a people's breath Was hush'd , and its one soul bound in the thought of death ! XVIII . It might be that , amidst the countless 2 * THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 17.
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... death . XLI . So didst thou pass on brightly ! —but for her , Next in that path , how may her doom be spoken ! All merciful ! to think that such things were , And are , and seen by men with hearts unbroken ! To think of that fair girl ...
... death . XLI . So didst thou pass on brightly ! —but for her , Next in that path , how may her doom be spoken ! All merciful ! to think that such things were , And are , and seen by men with hearts unbroken ! To think of that fair girl ...
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... Death below , blight , shadow , dull decay ! XLIII . Could this change be ? -the hour , the scene , where last I saw that form , came floating o'er my mind : A golden vintage - eve ; the heats were pass'd , And , in the freshness of the ...
... Death below , blight , shadow , dull decay ! XLIII . Could this change be ? -the hour , the scene , where last I saw that form , came floating o'er my mind : A golden vintage - eve ; the heats were pass'd , And , in the freshness of the ...
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... death - and there men slum- ber'd not . LI . ' Twas not within the city- ( 7 ) but in sight Of the snow - crown'd sierras , freely sweeping , With many an eagle's eyrie on the height , And hunter's cabin , by the torrent peeping Far off ...
... death - and there men slum- ber'd not . LI . ' Twas not within the city- ( 7 ) but in sight Of the snow - crown'd sierras , freely sweeping , With many an eagle's eyrie on the height , And hunter's cabin , by the torrent peeping Far off ...
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Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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,