The works of mrs Hemans; with a memoir of her life, by her sister [H.M. Owen]. |
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... heard I then ? -a ringing shriek of pain , Such as for ever haunts the tortured ear ? — I heard a sweet and solemn - breathing strain Piercing the flames , untremulous and clear ! — The rich , triumphal tones ! —I knew them well , As ...
... heard I then ? -a ringing shriek of pain , Such as for ever haunts the tortured ear ? — I heard a sweet and solemn - breathing strain Piercing the flames , untremulous and clear ! — The rich , triumphal tones ! —I knew them well , As ...
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... heard amidst the stillness , caught Some tone from memory , of the music , welling Ever with that fresh rill , from its deep rocky dwelling . X. But so my spirit's fever'd longings wrought , Wakening , it might be , to the faint , sad ...
... heard amidst the stillness , caught Some tone from memory , of the music , welling Ever with that fresh rill , from its deep rocky dwelling . X. But so my spirit's fever'd longings wrought , Wakening , it might be , to the faint , sad ...
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... heard their first sweet voices . Spring There may Array no path , renew no flower , no leaf , But hath its breath of home , its claim to farewell grief . XXXIV . I look'd on Leonor , —and if there seem'd A cloud of more than pensiveness ...
... heard their first sweet voices . Spring There may Array no path , renew no flower , no leaf , But hath its breath of home , its claim to farewell grief . XXXIV . I look'd on Leonor , —and if there seem'd A cloud of more than pensiveness ...
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... knowledge fraught with death ! -Even thus , what never from thy lip was heard Broke on my soul . I knew that in thy sight I stood howe'er beloved - a recreant from the light ! XLIII . Thy sad , sweet hymn , at eve THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 53.
... knowledge fraught with death ! -Even thus , what never from thy lip was heard Broke on my soul . I knew that in thy sight I stood howe'er beloved - a recreant from the light ! XLIII . Thy sad , sweet hymn , at eve THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 53.
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... heard at morn , From the mysterious rocks , the sunrise - music borne . LXX . So like a spirit's voice ! a harping tone , Lovely , yet ominous to mortal ear , Such as might reach us from a world unknown , Troubling man's heart with ...
... heard at morn , From the mysterious rocks , the sunrise - music borne . LXX . So like a spirit's voice ! a harping tone , Lovely , yet ominous to mortal ear , Such as might reach us from a world unknown , Troubling man's heart with ...
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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...