The Work of Mrs. Hemans, Bind 6Lea and Blanchard, 1842 |
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... brow that wore Of the once beating heart no token more ; And stillness on the lip - and o'er the hair A gleam , that trembled through the breathless air ; And an unfathom'd calm , that seem'd to lie In the grave sweetness of the ...
... brow that wore Of the once beating heart no token more ; And stillness on the lip - and o'er the hair A gleam , that trembled through the breathless air ; And an unfathom'd calm , that seem'd to lie In the grave sweetness of the ...
Side 20
... brow - the thrilling tone — The still and shining eye ! —and never more May twilight gloom or midnight hush restore That radiant guest ! -One full - fraught hour of Heaven , To earthly passion's wild implorings given , Was made my own ...
... brow - the thrilling tone — The still and shining eye ! —and never more May twilight gloom or midnight hush restore That radiant guest ! -One full - fraught hour of Heaven , To earthly passion's wild implorings given , Was made my own ...
Side 23
... brow , and her eyes of love , Upraised to the Virgin's pourtray'd above , And her hair flung back , till it swept the grave Of a Chatillon with its gloomy wave . And her fragile frame at every blast , That full of the savage war - horn ...
... brow , and her eyes of love , Upraised to the Virgin's pourtray'd above , And her hair flung back , till it swept the grave Of a Chatillon with its gloomy wave . And her fragile frame at every blast , That full of the savage war - horn ...
Side 24
... brow , And her young voice rose till the peasant shook At the thrilling tone and the falcon - look : - " Dost thou stand by the tombs of the glorious dead , And fear not to say , that their son hath fled ? Away ! he is laying by lance ...
... brow , And her young voice rose till the peasant shook At the thrilling tone and the falcon - look : - " Dost thou stand by the tombs of the glorious dead , And fear not to say , that their son hath fled ? Away ! he is laying by lance ...
Side 25
... brow of anguish high , Death - like cheek , but dauntless eye ; Silently , o'er that red plain , Moved the lady ' midst the slain . Sometimes it seem'd as a charging cry , Or the ringing tramp of a steed , came nigh ; Sometimes a blast ...
... brow of anguish high , Death - like cheek , but dauntless eye ; Silently , o'er that red plain , Moved the lady ' midst the slain . Sometimes it seem'd as a charging cry , Or the ringing tramp of a steed , came nigh ; Sometimes a blast ...
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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 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 ! " " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair — Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, — "It is there, it is 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 187 - 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 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?
Side 193 - And when they came to Marah, they could not drink of the waters of Marah, for they were bitter : therefore the name of it was called Marah.
Side 140 - I HEAR thee speak of the better land, Thou call'st its children a happy band ; Mother! oh, where is that radiant shore? Shall we not seek it, and weep no more? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies glance through the myrtle boughs...
Side 83 - Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...