The Works of Mrs. Hemans, with a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her Genius by Mrs. Sigourney ...Lea and Blanchard, 1840 |
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Side 13
... soft eye mournfully will bend Over the troubled stream , yet once reveal'd Shall its freed waters flow ; then rocks must close For evermore , above their dark repose . Come while the gorgeous mysteries of the sky Fused in the crimson ...
... soft eye mournfully will bend Over the troubled stream , yet once reveal'd Shall its freed waters flow ; then rocks must close For evermore , above their dark repose . Come while the gorgeous mysteries of the sky Fused in the crimson ...
Side 16
... Till Death has robed with soft and solemn light The image we enshrine ! -Before that hour , We have but glimpses of the o'ermastering power A SPIRIT'S Return . Within us laid ! -then doth 16 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
... Till Death has robed with soft and solemn light The image we enshrine ! -Before that hour , We have but glimpses of the o'ermastering power A SPIRIT'S Return . Within us laid ! -then doth 16 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
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... Soft , solemn , clear , Breathed the mysterious accents on mine ear , Yet strangely seem'd as if the while they rose From depths of distance , o'er the wide repose Of slumbering waters wafted , or the dells Of mountains.
... Soft , solemn , clear , Breathed the mysterious accents on mine ear , Yet strangely seem'd as if the while they rose From depths of distance , o'er the wide repose Of slumbering waters wafted , or the dells Of mountains.
Side 33
... There is a wandering bark Bearing one from me o'er the restless waves ; Oh ! let thy soft eye mark His course ; -be with him , Holiest , guide and save ! My soul is on that way ; My thoughts are Italian Girl's Hymn to the Virgin.
... There is a wandering bark Bearing one from me o'er the restless waves ; Oh ! let thy soft eye mark His course ; -be with him , Holiest , guide and save ! My soul is on that way ; My thoughts are Italian Girl's Hymn to the Virgin.
Side 35
... soft , fervent , farewell tone Thrill'd through the tempest of the parting strife , Like a faint breeze : -oh ! from that music flown , Send back one sound , if love's be quenchless life , But once , oh ! answer me ! In the still ...
... soft , fervent , farewell tone Thrill'd through the tempest of the parting strife , Like a faint breeze : -oh ! from that music flown , Send back one sound , if love's be quenchless life , But once , oh ! answer me ! In the still ...
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ANCESTRAL SONG art thou Auvergne bear beauty BERNARDO DEL CARPIO bless'd blessing blue streams bower breast breath bright brother brow child childhood's clouds dark dead death deep dreams dust dwell e'en earth faint fair farewell fill'd flowers gaze gentle GIULIO REGONDI glad glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave grief hath haunted heaven holy hour JOANNA BAILLIE Leonora d'Este LICHFIELD CATHEDRAL light linger lone lyre MARGUERITE OF FRANCE midst mighty mingled mirth mountain mournful night o'er pale pass'd pour'd prayer proud Rhine rich rose seem'd shadow shed shore shrine silent sing skies sleep smile soft solemn song soul sound spirit stranger's heart stream strong sunny sunset tree sweet Tasso tears thee thine things Thou art Thou hast thought thrilling tomb tone unto voice wander wave weep whispers wild wind wings
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Side 78 - The better days of life were ours; The worst can be but mine; The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers, Shall never more be thine.
Side 122 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Side 193 - And he cried unto the Lord ; and the Lord showed him a tree, which when he had cast into the waters, the waters were made sweet : there he made for them a statute and an ordinance, and there he proved them, 26.
Side 62 - Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire, Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed,— Thou canst not ? — and a king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head...
Side 187 - Pleasant the wind's low sigh, And the gleaming of the west, And the turf whereon we lie ; When the burden and the heat Of labour's task are o'er, And kindly voices greet The tired one at his door. Come to the sunset tree ! The day is past and gone ; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.
Side 61 - Amidst the pale and wildered looks of all the courtier train ; And, with a fierce, o'ermastering grasp, the rearing war-horse led, And sternly set them face to face, — the king before the dead : —
Side 317 - O clear and shining light, whose beams That hour Heaven's glory shed Around the palms, and 'o'er the streams, And on the shepherds...
Side 172 - I IN these flowery meads would be : These crystal streams should solace me; To whose harmonious bubbling noise I with my angle would rejoice. Sit here, and see the turtle-dove Court his chaste mate to acts of love; Or on that bank, feel the west wind Breathe health and plenty; please my mind. To see sweet dewdrops kiss these flowers. And then...
Side 112 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Side 52 - Whispered my native streams ; " Hath the spirit nursed amidst hill and grove. Still revered its first high dreams?