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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... young woods ? -Thou dost ! And in that birth Of early leaves , and flowers , and songs of mirth , Thousands , like thee , find gladness ! — Couldst thou know How every breeze then summons me to go ! How all the light of love and beauty ...
... young woods ? -Thou dost ! And in that birth Of early leaves , and flowers , and songs of mirth , Thousands , like thee , find gladness ! — Couldst thou know How every breeze then summons me to go ! How all the light of love and beauty ...
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... 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 and shield ...
... 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 and shield ...
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... young life ; And she sinks at last on her warrior's bier , Lifting her voice , as if Death might hear.- - " I have won thy fame from the breath of wrong , My soul hath risen for thy glory strong ! Now call me hence , by thy side to be ...
... young life ; And she sinks at last on her warrior's bier , Lifting her voice , as if Death might hear.- - " I have won thy fame from the breath of wrong , My soul hath risen for thy glory strong ! Now call me hence , by thy side to be ...
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... young eyes fade away . When his head sank on my bosom , When the death - sleep o'er him fell , Was there one to say , " A friend is near ? " There was none ! —pale race , farewell ! To the forests , to the cedars , To the warrior and ...
... young eyes fade away . When his head sank on my bosom , When the death - sleep o'er him fell , Was there one to say , " A friend is near ? " There was none ! —pale race , farewell ! To the forests , to the cedars , To the warrior and ...
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... young hearts when storms Were dark upon the sky , In full , deep knowledge of their task To suffer and to die ! Be strong ! I leave the living voice Of this , my martyr'd blood , With the thousand echoes of the hills , With the ...
... young hearts when storms Were dark upon the sky , In full , deep knowledge of their task To suffer and to die ! Be strong ! I leave the living voice Of this , my martyr'd blood , With the thousand echoes of the hills , With the ...
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The Works of Mrs. Hemans, with a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her ... Mrs. Hemans Visualização integral - 1840 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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 : —
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 52 - Whispered my native streams ; " Hath the spirit nursed amidst hill and grove. Still revered its first high dreams?