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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... noble harvest . Fare ye well . [ Exit PROCIDA . First Peasant . This man should be a prophet : how he seem'd To read our hearts with his dark searching glance And aspect of command ! And yet his garb Is mean as ours . Second Peasant ...
... noble harvest . Fare ye well . [ Exit PROCIDA . First Peasant . This man should be a prophet : how he seem'd To read our hearts with his dark searching glance And aspect of command ! And yet his garb Is mean as ours . Second Peasant ...
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... noble suffering ; -on thy brow the same Commanding spirit holds its native state Which could not stoop to vileness . Yet the voice Of Fame hath told afar , that thou shouldst wed This tyrant Eribert . Vittoria . And told it not A tale ...
... noble suffering ; -on thy brow the same Commanding spirit holds its native state Which could not stoop to vileness . Yet the voice Of Fame hath told afar , that thou shouldst wed This tyrant Eribert . Vittoria . And told it not A tale ...
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... noble minds are bow'd ; as here . -To breathe ! -It is not breath ! Constance . I know thy grief , -And is ' t not mine ? -for those devoted men Doom'd with their life to expiate some wild word , Born of the social hour . Oh ! I have ...
... noble minds are bow'd ; as here . -To breathe ! -It is not breath ! Constance . I know thy grief , -And is ' t not mine ? -for those devoted men Doom'd with their life to expiate some wild word , Born of the social hour . Oh ! I have ...
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... of bondage , and I pine For freedom's charter'd air . I would go forth To seek my noble father ; he hath been Too long a lonely exile , and his name Seems fading in the dim obscurity Which gathers round my VESPERS OF PALERMO . 21.
... of bondage , and I pine For freedom's charter'd air . I would go forth To seek my noble father ; he hath been Too long a lonely exile , and his name Seems fading in the dim obscurity Which gathers round my VESPERS OF PALERMO . 21.
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... noble father ! Thy words have given me all for which I pined— An aim , a hope , a purpose ! -And the blood Doth rush in warmer currents through my veins , As a bright fountain from its icy bonds By the quick sun - stroke freed . Procida ...
... noble father ! Thy words have given me all for which I pined— An aim , a hope , a purpose ! -And the blood Doth rush in warmer currents through my veins , As a bright fountain from its icy bonds By the quick sun - stroke freed . Procida ...
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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...