The Works of Mrs. Hemans: With a Memoir of Her Life, Volume 3William Blackwood and Sons, 1844 |
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... wben slumber's lonely couch, is prest, The form departed be thy spirit's guest, It bears no light from purer worlds to this ; Thy future lends not e'en a dream of bliss. But who shall dare the gate of life to close, THE SCEPTIC. 5.
... wben slumber's lonely couch, is prest, The form departed be thy spirit's guest, It bears no light from purer worlds to this ; Thy future lends not e'en a dream of bliss. But who shall dare the gate of life to close, THE SCEPTIC. 5.
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... e'en yet, awake, awake ! Patient, because Eternal, 1 He may hear Thy prayer of agony with pitying ear, And send his chastening Spirit from above, O'er the deep chaos of thy soul to move. But seek thou mercy through His name alone, To ...
... e'en yet, awake, awake ! Patient, because Eternal, 1 He may hear Thy prayer of agony with pitying ear, And send his chastening Spirit from above, O'er the deep chaos of thy soul to move. But seek thou mercy through His name alone, To ...
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... e'en then arose, Breathed in unpitied anguish for his foes. And haste ! — ere bursts the lightning from on high, Fly to the City of thy Refuge, fly!2 So shall th' Avenger turn his steps away, And sheath his falchion, baffled of its prey ...
... e'en then arose, Breathed in unpitied anguish for his foes. And haste ! — ere bursts the lightning from on high, Fly to the City of thy Refuge, fly!2 So shall th' Avenger turn his steps away, And sheath his falchion, baffled of its prey ...
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... E'en as an angel, with presiding care, To wake and guard thine own high virtues there. For lo ! the hour when storm-presaging skies Call on the watchers o£ the land to rise, To set the sign of fire on every height,6 And o'er the ...
... E'en as an angel, with presiding care, To wake and guard thine own high virtues there. For lo ! the hour when storm-presaging skies Call on the watchers o£ the land to rise, To set the sign of fire on every height,6 And o'er the ...
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... E'en youth's brief hours Survive the beauty of their loveliest flowers ; * * * The soul's pure flame the breath of storms must fan ; And pain and sorrow claim their nursling — Man.* But then the sceptic has no relief in memory, for me ...
... E'en youth's brief hours Survive the beauty of their loveliest flowers ; * * * The soul's pure flame the breath of storms must fan ; And pain and sorrow claim their nursling — Man.* But then the sceptic has no relief in memory, for me ...
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Page 22 - And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
Page 21 - Then ye shall appoint you cities to be cities of refuge for you; that the slayer may flee thither, which killeth any person at unawares. 12 And they shall be unto you cities for refuge from the avenger; that the manslayer die not, until he stand before the congregation in judgment.
Page 140 - Know ye not that there is a prince and a great man fallen this day in Israel?
Page 254 - With blazoned streamers, and lances tall, Moved onwards in princely state. They came with heavy chains, For the race despised so long — But amidst his Alp-domains, The herdsman's arm is strong ! The sun was reddening the clouds of morn When they entered the rock-defile, And shrill as a joyous hunter's horn Their bugles rung the while. But on the misty height, Where the mountain people stood, There was stillness, as of night, When storms at distance brood.
Page 22 - And behold the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and broke in pieces the rocks before the Lord ; but the Lord was not in the wind ; and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire ; and after the fire a still small voice.
Page 253 - Twas the tread of steel-girt men. And a trumpet, pealing wild and far, 'Midst the ancient rocks was blown, Till the Alps replied to that voice of war With a thousand of their own.
Page 302 - What marvel ? — you ne'er made Your breast the pillow of his infancy, While to the fulness of your heart's glad heavings His fair cheek rose and fell ; and his bright hair Waved softly to your breath ! — You ne'er kept watch Beside him, till the last pale star had set, And morn, all dazzling, as in triumph, broke On your dim weary eye ; not yours the face Which, early faded thro...
Page 255 - Where the mountain-people stood, There was stillness as of night, When storms at distance brood. There was stillness as of deep, dead night, And a pause — but not of fear. While the Switzers gazed on the gathering might Of the hostile shield and spear. On wound those columns bright Between the lake and wood, But they look'd not to the misty height Where the mountain-people stood.
Page 130 - THERE are bright scenes beneath Italian skies, Where glowing suns their purest light diffuse, Uncultured flowers in wild profusion rise, And nature lavishes her warmest hues ; But trust thou not her smile, her balmy breath, Away ! her charms are but the pomp of Death...
Page 130 - Mais elle était du monde où les plus belles choses Ont le pire destin ; Et rose elle a vécu ce que vivent les roses, L'espace d'un matin.