The works of mrs Hemans; with a memoir of her life, by her sister [H.M. Owen]. |
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... night's mid watch , In the lone cavern by the rock - hewn cross ? Vit . What should I shrink from ? Pro . Oh ! the forest paths Are dim and wild , e'en when the sunshine streams Through their high arches ; but when powerful night Comes ...
... night's mid watch , In the lone cavern by the rock - hewn cross ? Vit . What should I shrink from ? Pro . Oh ! the forest paths Are dim and wild , e'en when the sunshine streams Through their high arches ; but when powerful night Comes ...
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... night Like this , of clouds contending with the moon , A night of sweeping winds , of rustling leaves , And swift wild shadows floating o'er the earth , Clothed with a phantom life ; when , after years Of battle and captivity , I spurr ...
... night Like this , of clouds contending with the moon , A night of sweeping winds , of rustling leaves , And swift wild shadows floating o'er the earth , Clothed with a phantom life ; when , after years Of battle and captivity , I spurr ...
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... night , bore witness to my vow , No more to wield it , save in one great cause , vengeance of the grave ! And now the hour Of that atonement comes ! The [ He takes the sword from the tomb . Raim . My spirit burns ! And my full heart ...
... night , bore witness to my vow , No more to wield it , save in one great cause , vengeance of the grave ! And now the hour Of that atonement comes ! The [ He takes the sword from the tomb . Raim . My spirit burns ! And my full heart ...
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... night , before my own ancestral towers An unknown outcast , while the tempest beat On my bare head - what reck'd it ? There was joy Within , and revelry ; the festive lamps Were streaming from each turret , and gay songs , I ' th ...
... night , before my own ancestral towers An unknown outcast , while the tempest beat On my bare head - what reck'd it ? There was joy Within , and revelry ; the festive lamps Were streaming from each turret , and gay songs , I ' th ...
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... night Is waning , with her stars , which , one by one Warn us to part . Friends , to your homes ! -your homes ? That name is yet to win . - Away , prepare For our next meeting in Palermo's walls . The Vesper - bell ! Remember ...
... night Is waning , with her stars , which , one by one Warn us to part . Friends , to your homes ! -your homes ? That name is yet to win . - Away , prepare For our next meeting in Palermo's walls . The Vesper - bell ! Remember ...
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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.