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 vi
... Wind The Vigil of Arms The Heart of Bruce in Melrose Abbey Nature's Farewell The Beings of the Mind The Lyre's Lament ... Tasso's Coronation The Better Land .... The Wounded Eagle 97 100 103 105 107 110 112 114 116 • 118 120 122 125 128 ...
... Wind The Vigil of Arms The Heart of Bruce in Melrose Abbey Nature's Farewell The Beings of the Mind The Lyre's Lament ... Tasso's Coronation The Better Land .... The Wounded Eagle 97 100 103 105 107 110 112 114 116 • 118 120 122 125 128 ...
Side ix
... Winds 251 The Procession The Broken Lute 253 255 The Wish The Burial in the Desert To a Picture of the Madonna A Thought of the Rose Dreams of Heaven Written after Visiting a Tomb .... 259 261 ... 263 .... 264 266 268 Epitaph 269 ...
... Winds 251 The Procession The Broken Lute 253 255 The Wish The Burial in the Desert To a Picture of the Madonna A Thought of the Rose Dreams of Heaven Written after Visiting a Tomb .... 259 261 ... 263 .... 264 266 268 Epitaph 269 ...
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... wind Fills with a viewless being , unconfined , The trembling reeds and fountains ; -Our own dell , With its green dimness and Eolian breath , Shall suit th ' unveiling of dark records well- Hear me in tenderness and silent faith ! Thou ...
... wind Fills with a viewless being , unconfined , The trembling reeds and fountains ; -Our own dell , With its green dimness and Eolian breath , Shall suit th ' unveiling of dark records well- Hear me in tenderness and silent faith ! Thou ...
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... wind through cave and bower , A perilous delight ! -for then first woke My life's lone passion , the mysterious quest Of secret knowledge ; and each tone that broke From the wood - arches or the fountain's breast , Making my quick soul ...
... wind through cave and bower , A perilous delight ! -for then first woke My life's lone passion , the mysterious quest Of secret knowledge ; and each tone that broke From the wood - arches or the fountain's breast , Making my quick soul ...
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... winds to wring , I listen'd , if perchance the stream might bring Token from worlds afar : I taught one sound Unto a ... wind slept ; A hush was on the hills ; the very streams Went by like clouds , or noiseless founts in dreams , A ...
... winds to wring , I listen'd , if perchance the stream might bring Token from worlds afar : I taught one sound Unto a ... wind slept ; A hush was on the hills ; the very streams Went by like clouds , or noiseless founts in dreams , A ...
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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 dwell e'en earth faint fair farewell fill'd flowers fount 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 333 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade— I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's...
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 141 - Not there; not there, my child.' Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas. Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings Bear the rich hues of all glorious things? Not there; not there, my child.
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 59 - midst them stately rode, as a leader in the land; "Now haste, Bernardo, haste! for there, in very truth, is he, The father whom thy faithful heart hath yearned so long to see.
Side 59 - His dark eye flashed, his proud breast heaved, his cheek's hue came and went; He reached that gray-haired chieftain's side, and there, dismounting, bent; A lowly knee to earth he bent, his father's hand he took — What was there in its touch that all his fiery spirit shook ? That hand was cold — a frozen thing — it dropped from his like lead!
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 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!