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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... Mountain Fires 253 Eryri Wen 255 Chant of the Bards 257 The Dying Bard's Prophecy 258 The Fair Isle 260 The Rock of Cader Idris 261 HYMNS FOR CHILDHOOD : Introductory Verses . The Rainbow The Sun .... The Rivers The Stars The Ocean The ...
... Mountain Fires 253 Eryri Wen 255 Chant of the Bards 257 The Dying Bard's Prophecy 258 The Fair Isle 260 The Rock of Cader Idris 261 HYMNS FOR CHILDHOOD : Introductory Verses . The Rainbow The Sun .... The Rivers The Stars The Ocean The ...
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... mountain chiefs , who fell For Spain of old . - Yet what if rolling waves Have borne us far from our ancestral graves ? Thou shalt not feel thy bursting heart rebel , As mine hath done ; nor bear what I have borne , Casting in ...
... mountain chiefs , who fell For Spain of old . - Yet what if rolling waves Have borne us far from our ancestral graves ? Thou shalt not feel thy bursting heart rebel , As mine hath done ; nor bear what I have borne , Casting in ...
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... mountains . Clear , yet lone , In the rich autumn light the vineyards lay , And from the fields the peasant's voice was gone ; And the red grapes untrodden strew'd the ground , And the free flocks , untended , roam'd around : - Where ...
... mountains . Clear , yet lone , In the rich autumn light the vineyards lay , And from the fields the peasant's voice was gone ; And the red grapes untrodden strew'd the ground , And the free flocks , untended , roam'd around : - Where ...
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... mountain deer , Hemm'd in our camp - but through the javelin shower We rent our way , a tempest of despair ! - And thou hadst thou but died with thy true breth- ren there ! XXV . I call the fond wish back - for thou hast perish'd More ...
... mountain deer , Hemm'd in our camp - but through the javelin shower We rent our way , a tempest of despair ! - And thou hadst thou but died with thy true breth- ren there ! XXV . I call the fond wish back - for thou hast perish'd More ...
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... mountain's on my heart , Which could not there be loosed . I turn'd me to depart LXXXI . I turn'd - what glimmer'd faintly on my sight , Faintly , yet bright'ning as a wreath of snow Seen through dissolving haze ? -The moon , the night ...
... mountain's on my heart , Which could not there be loosed . I turn'd me to depart LXXXI . I turn'd - what glimmer'd faintly on my sight , Faintly , yet bright'ning as a wreath of snow Seen through dissolving haze ? -The moon , the night ...
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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,