The works of mrs Hemans; with a memoir of her life, by her sister [H.M. Owen]. |
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... battle till their blood is shed On their own threshold - floor . A path for light Through my torn breast was shatter'd by the might Of the swift thunder - stroke — and freedom's tread Came in through ruins , late , yet not in vain ...
... battle till their blood is shed On their own threshold - floor . A path for light Through my torn breast was shatter'd by the might Of the swift thunder - stroke — and freedom's tread Came in through ruins , late , yet not in vain ...
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... battle - ay , to turn the flying- Woman's - that might have sung of heaven beside the dying ! LXXI . It was a fearful , yet a glorious thing , To hear that hymn of martyrdom , and know That its glad stream of melody could spring Up from ...
... battle - ay , to turn the flying- Woman's - that might have sung of heaven beside the dying ! LXXI . It was a fearful , yet a glorious thing , To hear that hymn of martyrdom , and know That its glad stream of melody could spring Up from ...
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... battle cast ! — A rent oak thunder'd down beside my cave , Booming it rush'd , as booms a deep sea - wave ; A falcon soar'd ; a startled wild - deer pass'd ; A far - off bell toll'd faintly through the roar : - How my glad spirit swept ...
... battle cast ! — A rent oak thunder'd down beside my cave , Booming it rush'd , as booms a deep sea - wave ; A falcon soar'd ; a startled wild - deer pass'd ; A far - off bell toll'd faintly through the roar : - How my glad spirit swept ...
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... battle - plain For thee , my country ! but I might not dwell In thy sweet vales , at peace . The voice of song Breathes , with the myrtle scent , thy hills along ; The citron's glow is caught from shade and dell ; But what are these ...
... battle - plain For thee , my country ! but I might not dwell In thy sweet vales , at peace . The voice of song Breathes , with the myrtle scent , thy hills along ; The citron's glow is caught from shade and dell ; But what are these ...
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... deep , And move not the urn in the house of sleep , For the viewless have fearful might ! " But the gleaming sword and shield Of many a battle - day Hung o'er that urn , reveal'd By the tomb - 84 LAYS OF MANY LANDS .
... deep , And move not the urn in the house of sleep , For the viewless have fearful might ! " But the gleaming sword and shield Of many a battle - day Hung o'er that urn , reveal'd By the tomb - 84 LAYS OF MANY LANDS .
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Page 158 - And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death In still yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, "My father! must I stay?
Page 178 - Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest — Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest.
Page 177 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death!
Page 157 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.
Page 68 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Page 73 - It is a time-piece that advances very regularly near four minutes a day, and no other group of stars exhibits, to the naked eye, an observation of time so easily made. How often have we heard our guides exclaim in the savannahs of Venezuela, or in the desert extending from Lima to Truxillo, 'Midnight is past, the Cross begins to bend!
Page 176 - Her lot is on you — to be found untired, Watching the stars out by the bed of pain, With a pale cheek, and yet a brow inspired, And a true heart of hope, though hope be vain ; Meekly to bear with wrong, to cheer decay, And, oh ! to love through all things. Therefore pray ! And take the thought of this calm vesper time, With its low murmuring sounds and silvery light, On through the dark days fading from their prime, As a sweet dew to keep your souls from blight ! Earth will forsake — oh ! happy...
Page 249 - I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth.
Page 178 - And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! We know when moons shall wane, When Summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain— But who shall teach us when to look for thee...
Page 108 - Amidst the knightly ring : A murmur of the restless deep Was blent with every strain, A voice of winds that would not sleep — — He never smiled again...