The Works of Mrs Hemans;: With a Memoir of Her Life,William Blackwood & Sons, ... and Thomas Cadell, London., 1839 |
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... rest To be the scorn'd and trampled thing I am In this degraded land . Its very skies , That smile as if but festivals were held Beneath their cloudless azure , weigh me down With a dull sense of bondage , and I pine For freedom's ...
... rest To be the scorn'd and trampled thing I am In this degraded land . Its very skies , That smile as if but festivals were held Beneath their cloudless azure , weigh me down With a dull sense of bondage , and I pine For freedom's ...
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... rest Beneath its vines in peace . Raim . Seek'st thou for peace ? This is no land of peace : unless that deep And voiceless terror , which doth freeze men's thoughts Back to their source , and mantle its pale mien With a dull hollow ...
... rest Beneath its vines in peace . Raim . Seek'st thou for peace ? This is no land of peace : unless that deep And voiceless terror , which doth freeze men's thoughts Back to their source , and mantle its pale mien With a dull hollow ...
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... 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 revellers , whose flush'd ...
... 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 revellers , whose flush'd ...
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... rest . Yet mark me well ! Be secret - for along my destined path I yet must darkly move . - Now , follow me ; And join a band of men , in whose high hearts There lies a nation's strength . Raim . My noble father ! Thy words have given ...
... rest . Yet mark me well ! Be secret - for along my destined path I yet must darkly move . - Now , follow me ; And join a band of men , in whose high hearts There lies a nation's strength . Raim . My noble father ! Thy words have given ...
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... rests with me to make a word of fear , A sound forbidden ' midst the haunts of men . Con . But not forgotten ! —Ah ! beware , beware ! -Nay , look not sternly on me.— ' -There is one Of that devoted band , who yet will need Years to be ...
... rests with me to make a word of fear , A sound forbidden ' midst the haunts of men . Con . But not forgotten ! —Ah ! beware , beware ! -Nay , look not sternly on me.— ' -There is one Of that devoted band , who yet will need Years to be ...
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Page 281 - 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 246 - 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 281 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth.
Page 282 - 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 ; XXIV.
Page 229 - What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told, Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old. The blessed homes of England ! How softly on their bowers Is laid the holy quietness That breathes from Sabbath hours ! Solemn, yet sweet, the church-bell's chime Floats through their woods at morn ; All other sounds, in that still time, Of breeze and leaf are born.
Page 132 - 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 259 - Yet speak to me ! I have outwatch'd the stars, And gazed o'er heaven in vain in search of thee. Speak to me ! I have wander'd o'er the earth And never found thy likeness — Speak to me ! 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 300 - O joyous birds, it hath still been so ; Through the halls of kings doth the tempest go ! But the huts of the hamlet lie still and deep, And the hills o'er their quiet a vigil keep : Say what have ye found in the peasant's cot, Since last ye parted from that sweet spot ? — "A change we have found there — and many a change!
Page 167 - 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 133 - 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.