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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... Sword of the Tomb 91 Valkyriur Song . ::: 97 The Cavern of the Three Tells 100 Swiss Song 103 .... The Messenger Bird 105 The Stranger in Louisiana The Isle of Fourts The Bended Bow 108 110 114 .... ... He never smiled again 116 The ...
... Sword of the Tomb 91 Valkyriur Song . ::: 97 The Cavern of the Three Tells 100 Swiss Song 103 .... The Messenger Bird 105 The Stranger in Louisiana The Isle of Fourts The Bended Bow 108 110 114 .... ... He never smiled again 116 The ...
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... sword was like a brother's worn , That watches through the field his mother's young- est born . XXIX . But a lance met me in that day's career , Senseless I lay amidst th ' o'ersweeping fight , Wak'ning at last - how full , how ...
... sword was like a brother's worn , That watches through the field his mother's young- est born . XXIX . But a lance met me in that day's career , Senseless I lay amidst th ' o'ersweeping fight , Wak'ning at last - how full , how ...
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... sword above their Eden burning . XXXI . It was a woe to say , " Farewell , my Spain ! The sunny and the vintage land , farewell ! " -I could have died upon the battle - plain For thee , my country ! but I might not dwell In thy sweet ...
... sword above their Eden burning . XXXI . It was a woe to say , " Farewell , my Spain ! The sunny and the vintage land , farewell ! " -I could have died upon the battle - plain For thee , my country ! but I might not dwell In thy sweet ...
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... sword ? -Oh ! yet how clear Comes their reproachful sweetness to mine ear ! " Ora " -with all the purple waves replying , All my youth's visions rising in the strain- And I had thought it much to bear the rack and chain ! XLV . Torture ...
... sword ? -Oh ! yet how clear Comes their reproachful sweetness to mine ear ! " Ora " -with all the purple waves replying , All my youth's visions rising in the strain- And I had thought it much to bear the rack and chain ! XLV . Torture ...
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... swords ! —and this I bore With a mute pang . Since I had vainly striven From its free springs to pour the truth of Heaven Into thy trembling soul , my Leonor ! Silence rose up where hearts no hope could share : - : - Alas ! for those ...
... swords ! —and this I bore With a mute pang . Since I had vainly striven From its free springs to pour the truth of Heaven Into thy trembling soul , my Leonor ! Silence rose up where hearts no hope could share : - : - Alas ! for those ...
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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,