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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... Grave of a Poetess 230 Notes on Records of Woman 232 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS : The Homes of England 237 .... The Sicilian Captive 239 ... Ivan the Czar .. 243 Carolan's Prophecy 247 The Lady of the Castle 251 The Mourner for the Barniecides ...
... Grave of a Poetess 230 Notes on Records of Woman 232 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS : The Homes of England 237 .... The Sicilian Captive 239 ... Ivan the Czar .. 243 Carolan's Prophecy 247 The Lady of the Castle 251 The Mourner for the Barniecides ...
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... 301 303 305 306 The Distant Ship 308 Mozart's Requiem The Birds of Passage The Graves of a Household Critique on " Records of Woman , " & c . 310 311 .... 313 .... 316 ...... 1 * THE VESPERS OF PALERMO . A TRAGEDY , IN FIVE CONTENTS .
... 301 303 305 306 The Distant Ship 308 Mozart's Requiem The Birds of Passage The Graves of a Household Critique on " Records of Woman , " & c . 310 311 .... 313 .... 316 ...... 1 * THE VESPERS OF PALERMO . A TRAGEDY , IN FIVE CONTENTS .
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... grave ; their fount is closed , And all the soft and playful tenderness Which hath its home in woman's breast , ere yet Deep wrongs have sear'd it ; all is fled from mine . Urge me no more . Eribert . O lady ! doth the flower That ...
... grave ; their fount is closed , And all the soft and playful tenderness Which hath its home in woman's breast , ere yet Deep wrongs have sear'd it ; all is fled from mine . Urge me no more . Eribert . O lady ! doth the flower That ...
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... grave ! —And now the hour Of that atonement comes ! [ He takes the sword from the tomb . Raimond . My spirit burns ! And my full heart almost to bursting swells . -Oh ! for the day of battle ! Procida . Raimond , they Whose souls are ...
... grave ! —And now the hour Of that atonement comes ! [ He takes the sword from the tomb . Raimond . My spirit burns ! And my full heart almost to bursting swells . -Oh ! for the day of battle ! Procida . Raimond , they Whose souls are ...
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... graves Of peopled cities in its path - and this Is Heaven's dread justice — ay , and it is well ! Why then should we be tender , when the skies Deal thus with man ? -What , if the infant bleed ? Is there not power to hush the mother's ...
... graves Of peopled cities in its path - and this Is Heaven's dread justice — ay , and it is well ! Why then should we be tender , when the skies Deal thus with man ? -What , if the infant bleed ? Is there not power to hush the mother's ...
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Anselmo ARABELLA STUART art thou assagay bands banner beautiful beneath bow'd brave breast breath breeze bright brow cheek clouds Conradin Constance Couci dark dead death deep doth dreams dwell e'en earth Eribert Ev'n fair father fear flowers gaze gentle glad glance gleam gloom glorious glow gone grave green grief Guido hath heart heaven hour human voice hush'd Joanna Baillie leaves light lips lone look look'd lyre midst Montalba mournful night noble o'er pale Palermo pass'd passion planxty pour'd Procida proud Provençal Raimond rose round SCENE seem'd Sicilians Sicily silent sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound speak spirit stood storm stream strong sunny sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought thro tomb tone Twas unto Vittoria voice warrior wave whisper wild winds woman's wouldst young youth
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Page 277 - 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's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Page 277 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; 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 240 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
Page 254 - Look on the fiends around — they feel for me : I fear them not, and feel for thee alone — Speak to me ! though it be...
Page 279 - Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued; And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever: it may be a sound— A tone of music— summer's eve— or spring— A flower— the wind — the ocean— which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound...
Page 125 - I have look'd o'er the hills of the stormy north, And the larch has hung all his tassels forth, The fisher is out on the sunny sea, And the reindeer bounds...
Page 144 - Through many a joyous hour, Where the silvery green of the olive shade Hung dim o'er fount and bower. Yes, thou and I, by stream, by shore, In song, in prayer, in sleep, Have been, as we may be no more ; Kind sister, let me weep...
Page 224 - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves, And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves. The free, fair Homes of England ! Long, long, in hut and hall, May hearts of native proof be reared To guard each hallowed wall! And green for ever be the groves, And bright the flowery sod, Where first the child's glad spirit loves Its country and its God !* THE SICILIAN CAPTIVE.
Page 125 - 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 129 - Yet further may relent : for mightier far Than strength of nerve and sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is love, though oft to agony distrest, And though his favourite seat be feeble woman's breast. But if thou goest, I follow...