The Works of Mrs. Hemans: With a Memoir of Her Life, Volume 3William Blackwood and Sons, 1844 |
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... stream of mercy flows ? That fount unseal'd, whose boundless waves embrace Each distant isle, and visit every race, Pours from the throne of God its current free, Nor yet denies th' immortal draught to thee. O ! while the doom impends ...
... stream of mercy flows ? That fount unseal'd, whose boundless waves embrace Each distant isle, and visit every race, Pours from the throne of God its current free, Nor yet denies th' immortal draught to thee. O ! while the doom impends ...
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... stream, The halls where first my heart beat high To the proud songs of chivalry* All, all are dear — yet these are ties Affection well may sacrifice ; Loved though they be, where'er thou art, There is the country of my heart ! Yet, is ...
... stream, The halls where first my heart beat high To the proud songs of chivalry* All, all are dear — yet these are ties Affection well may sacrifice ; Loved though they be, where'er thou art, There is the country of my heart ! Yet, is ...
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... stream ripple to the shore. Sweet was that sound of waves which parted The fond, the true, the nohle-hearted ; And smoothly seem'd the hark to glide, And brightly flow'd the reckless tide, Though, mingling with its current, fell The ...
... stream ripple to the shore. Sweet was that sound of waves which parted The fond, the true, the nohle-hearted ; And smoothly seem'd the hark to glide, And brightly flow'd the reckless tide, Though, mingling with its current, fell The ...
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... streaming hair, And cheek, all pale as marble, mould, Seen by the moonbeam's radiance cold ? Was it some image of despair, Still fix'd that stamp of woe to bear ? — Oh ! ne'er could Art her forms have wrought, To speak such agonies of ...
... streaming hair, And cheek, all pale as marble, mould, Seen by the moonbeam's radiance cold ? Was it some image of despair, Still fix'd that stamp of woe to bear ? — Oh ! ne'er could Art her forms have wrought, To speak such agonies of ...
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... the tears which pour from thence, Th* atoning stream of penitence ! And let not pity check the tide By which the heart is purified ; Let not vain comfort turn its course Or timid love 64 A TALE OF THE SECRET TRIBUNAL.
... the tears which pour from thence, Th* atoning stream of penitence ! And let not pity check the tide By which the heart is purified ; Let not vain comfort turn its course Or timid love 64 A TALE OF THE SECRET TRIBUNAL.
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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.