The works of mrs Hemans; with a memoir of her life, by her sister [H.M. Owen]. |
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... live ! It is most meet that thou shouldst live , to see The mighty expiation ; for thy heart ( Forgive me that I wrong'd its faith ) hath nursed A high , majestic grief , whose seal is set Deep on thy marble brow . Vit . Then thou canst ...
... live ! It is most meet that thou shouldst live , to see The mighty expiation ; for thy heart ( Forgive me that I wrong'd its faith ) hath nursed A high , majestic grief , whose seal is set Deep on thy marble brow . Vit . Then thou canst ...
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... lives have drawn From the same past their long remembrances , Now meet in terror , or no more ; lest hearts Full to o'erflowing , in their social hour , Should pour out some rash word , which roving winds VOL . V. B Might whisper to our ...
... lives have drawn From the same past their long remembrances , Now meet in terror , or no more ; lest hearts Full to o'erflowing , in their social hour , Should pour out some rash word , which roving winds VOL . V. B Might whisper to our ...
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... lives ? -Oh ! if it be in chains , In woe , in poverty's obscurest cell , Say but he lives - and I will track his steps E'en to earth's verge ! Pro . It may be that he lives , Though long his name hath ceased to be a word Familiar in ...
... lives ? -Oh ! if it be in chains , In woe , in poverty's obscurest cell , Say but he lives - and I will track his steps E'en to earth's verge ! Pro . It may be that he lives , Though long his name hath ceased to be a word Familiar in ...
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... live , While mercy's voice , beyond th ' eternal stars , Wins the great Judge to listen , should be thus , In their vain exercise of pageant power , Hard and relentless ! -Gentle brother , yet choice to imitate that heaven ' Tis in your ...
... live , While mercy's voice , beyond th ' eternal stars , Wins the great Judge to listen , should be thus , In their vain exercise of pageant power , Hard and relentless ! -Gentle brother , yet choice to imitate that heaven ' Tis in your ...
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... live ? —The earthquake whelms Its undistinguish'd thousands , making 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 ...
... live ? —The earthquake whelms Its undistinguish'd thousands , making 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 ...
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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.