The works of mrs Hemans; with a memoir of her life, by her sister [H.M. Owen]. |
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... Thou should'st be now work , In wrath , my native Etna ! who dost lift Thy spiry pillar of dark smoke so high , at ... art thou , Unbidden guest , that with so mute a step Dost steal upon me ? Pro . One , o'er whom hath pass'd All that ...
... Thou should'st be now work , In wrath , my native Etna ! who dost lift Thy spiry pillar of dark smoke so high , at ... art thou , Unbidden guest , that with so mute a step Dost steal upon me ? Pro . One , o'er whom hath pass'd All that ...
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... Thou would'st not so deceive me ? Raim . Doubt me not , Gentlest and best beloved ! we meet again . [ Exit CONSTANce ... art thou ? Pro . One , whose life Hath been a troubled 16 THE VESPERS OF PALERMO .
... Thou would'st not so deceive me ? Raim . Doubt me not , Gentlest and best beloved ! we meet again . [ Exit CONSTANce ... art thou ? Pro . One , whose life Hath been a troubled 16 THE VESPERS OF PALERMO .
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... thou art welcome , stranger , to the land Where most disguise is needful . - He were bold Who now should wear his thoughts upon his brow Beneath Sicilian skies . The brother's eye Doth search distrustfully the brother's face ; And ...
... thou art welcome , stranger , to the land Where most disguise is needful . - He were bold Who now should wear his thoughts upon his brow Beneath Sicilian skies . The brother's eye Doth search distrustfully the brother's face ; And ...
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... thou art like the rest . What wouldst thou with me ? Pro . I would counsel thee . Thou must do that which men - ay , valiant men- Hourly submit to do ; in the proud court , And in the stately camp , and at the board Of midnight ...
... thou art like the rest . What wouldst thou with me ? Pro . I would counsel thee . Thou must do that which men - ay , valiant men- Hourly submit to do ; in the proud court , And in the stately camp , and at the board Of midnight ...
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... thou thy father ? Raim . From my mind His form hath faded long , for years have pass'd Since he went forth to exile ... art all My dreams had pictured thee ! Raim . Yet why so long E'en as a stranger hast thou cross'd One nameless and ...
... thou thy father ? Raim . From my mind His form hath faded long , for years have pass'd Since he went forth to exile ... art all My dreams had pictured thee ! Raim . Yet why so long E'en as a stranger hast thou cross'd One nameless and ...
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Page 285 - 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.
Page 232 - 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.
Page 233 - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves, And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves.
Page 136 - I come, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ; Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves opening as I pass.
Page 170 - I have been with thee in thine hour Of glory and of bliss ; Doubt not its memory's living power To strengthen me through this! And thou, mine honoured love and true, Bear on, bear nobly on ! We have the blessed Heaven in view, Whose rest shall soon be won.
Page 171 - The wind rose high — but with it rose Her voice, that he might hear : — Perchance that dark hour brought repose To happy bosoms near; While she sat striving with despair Beside his tortured form, And pouring her deep soul in prayer Forth on the rushing storm. She wiped the death-damps from his brow With her pale hands and soft, Whose touch upon the lute-chords low Had stilled his heart so oft.
Page 137 - From the night-bird's lay, through the starry time, In the groves of the soft Hesperian clime, To the swan's wild note by the Iceland lakes, When the dark fir-branch into verdure breaks.
Page 285 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame. Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear: — They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. 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!
Page 306 - The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one ; He lies where pearls lie deep; He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are drest Above the noble slain ; He wrapt his colours round his breast On a blood-red field of Spain.
Page 285 - 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 ! The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared, — This was their welcome home.