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... dark and stormy passions it had no affinity . To reveal the loveliness of nature , the endearments of home , the deathless strength of the affections , the noble aims of disin- terested virtue , the power of that piety which plucks the ...
... dark and stormy passions it had no affinity . To reveal the loveliness of nature , the endearments of home , the deathless strength of the affections , the noble aims of disin- terested virtue , the power of that piety which plucks the ...
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... dark eyes raised , The breeze swept back her hair ; Up to the fearful wheel she gazed , All that she loved was there . The night was round her , clear and cold , The holy heaven above , Its pale stars watching , to behold The might of ...
... dark eyes raised , The breeze swept back her hair ; Up to the fearful wheel she gazed , All that she loved was there . The night was round her , clear and cold , The holy heaven above , Its pale stars watching , to behold The might of ...
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... darkness of her destiny , and gradually throwing off all stain of earth- liness , it desired at length , to breathe only the songs of heaven . " Deep affections , and deep sorrows , " she writes , " have solemnized my whole being , and ...
... darkness of her destiny , and gradually throwing off all stain of earth- liness , it desired at length , to breathe only the songs of heaven . " Deep affections , and deep sorrows , " she writes , " have solemnized my whole being , and ...
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... darker years , O Book of Heaven ! I pour , with grateful tears , Heart blessings on the holy dead and thee . " It may well be imagined how the heart of such a mother would be garnered up in a child so gifted as the bright and blooming ...
... darker years , O Book of Heaven ! I pour , with grateful tears , Heart blessings on the holy dead and thee . " It may well be imagined how the heart of such a mother would be garnered up in a child so gifted as the bright and blooming ...
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... , Made all the clouds beyond her influence seem E'en more than doubly dark , Mourning , all widowed of her glorious beam . COWLEY . Amongst the very few specimens that have been preserved of MEMOIR OF MRS . HEMANS . 69.
... , Made all the clouds beyond her influence seem E'en more than doubly dark , Mourning , all widowed of her glorious beam . COWLEY . Amongst the very few specimens that have been preserved of MEMOIR OF MRS . HEMANS . 69.
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Página 195 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Página 308 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Página 105 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Página 274 - In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye! Thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
Página 37 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn: A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Página 311 - Towards spire and tower, midst shadowy elms ascending, Whence the sweet chimes proclaim the hallowed day ! The halls from old heroic ages grey Pour their fair children forth ; and hamlets low, With whose thick orchard-blooms the soft winds play, Send out their inmates in a happy flow, Like a freed vernal stream.
Página 286 - DEAR GODCHILD, I offer up the same fervent prayer for you now, as I did kneeling before the altar, when you were baptized into Christ, and solemnly received as a living member of his spiritual body, the Church. Years must pass before you will be able to read, with an understanding heart, what I now write. But I trust that the all-gracious God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of Mercies, who, by his...
Página 267 - I AM not One who much or oft delight To season my fireside with personal talk, — Of friends, who live within an easy walk, Or neighbours, daily, weekly, in my sight : And, for my chance-acquaintance, ladies bright, Sons, mothers, maidens withering on the stalk, These all wear out of me, like Forms, with chalk Painted on rich men's floors, for one feast-night. Better than such discourse doth silence long, Long, barren silence...
Página 191 - ... •Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling, Charlie is my darling, The young Chevalier!
Página 200 - His mother from the window look'd With all the longing of a mother; His little sister weeping walk'd The green-wood path to meet her brother ; They sought him east, they sought him west, They sought him all the forest thorough; They only saw the cloud of night, They only heard the roar of Yarrow.