The Works of Mrs. Hemans: With a Memoir of Her Life, Volume 3William Blackwood and Sons, 1844 |
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... monarch pour'd O'er his lost child, ungrateful, yet deplored ; And, offering guiltless blood that guilt might live, Taught from his Cross the lesson — to forgive ! Call thou on Him — his prayer e'en then arose, 6 THE SCEPTIC.
... monarch pour'd O'er his lost child, ungrateful, yet deplored ; And, offering guiltless blood that guilt might live, Taught from his Cross the lesson — to forgive ! Call thou on Him — his prayer e'en then arose, 6 THE SCEPTIC.
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... blood hath stain'd — Let him, whose thoughts no record keep Of crimes, in silence buried deep, Here, in the face of Heaven, accuse The guilty whom its wrath pursues !" 'Twas hushed — that voice of thrilling sound, And a dead silence ...
... blood hath stain'd — Let him, whose thoughts no record keep Of crimes, in silence buried deep, Here, in the face of Heaven, accuse The guilty whom its wrath pursues !" 'Twas hushed — that voice of thrilling sound, And a dead silence ...
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... blood against him cries ; A brother's blood — his hand is dyed With the deep stain of fratricide. One hour, one moment, hath reveal'd, What years in darkness had conceal'd, But all in vain — the gulf of time Refused to close upon his ...
... blood against him cries ; A brother's blood — his hand is dyed With the deep stain of fratricide. One hour, one moment, hath reveal'd, What years in darkness had conceal'd, But all in vain — the gulf of time Refused to close upon his ...
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... blood ; Her voice the patriot's heart hath steel'd, Her spirit glow'd on battle-field ; Her courage freed from dungeon's gloom The captive brooding o'er his doom ; Her faith the fallen monarch saved, Her love the tyrant's fury braved ...
... blood ; Her voice the patriot's heart hath steel'd, Her spirit glow'd on battle-field ; Her courage freed from dungeon's gloom The captive brooding o'er his doom ; Her faith the fallen monarch saved, Her love the tyrant's fury braved ...
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... blood cold, Of those who meet in cave or glen, Far from the busy walks of men ; Those who mysterious vigils keep, When earth is wrapt in shades and sleep, To judge of crimes, like Him on high, In stillness and in secresy ? Th' unknown ...
... blood cold, Of those who meet in cave or glen, Far from the busy walks of men ; Those who mysterious vigils keep, When earth is wrapt in shades and sleep, To judge of crimes, like Him on high, In stillness and in secresy ? Th' unknown ...
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The Works of Mrs. Hemans: With a Memoir of Her Life, Volume 4 Browne (Miss ),Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans No preview available - 2015 |
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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.