The Work of Mrs. Hemans, Volume 6Lea and Blanchard, 1842 |
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... . 232 The Prayer for Life 234 The Welcome to Death 236 The Victor 238 Lines written for the Album at Rosanna 239 ...... The Voice of the Waves 240 .... The Haunted House 242 CONTENTS . The Shepherd - Poet of the Alps To viii CONTENTS .
... . 232 The Prayer for Life 234 The Welcome to Death 236 The Victor 238 Lines written for the Album at Rosanna 239 ...... The Voice of the Waves 240 .... The Haunted House 242 CONTENTS . The Shepherd - Poet of the Alps To viii CONTENTS .
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... that unstain'd were born- How hath my faith been kept ? And other eyes are on my soul , That never , never close , The sad , sweet glances of the lost- They leave me no repose . 51 Haunting my night - watch ' midst the rocks ,
... that unstain'd were born- How hath my faith been kept ? And other eyes are on my soul , That never , never close , The sad , sweet glances of the lost- They leave me no repose . 51 Haunting my night - watch ' midst the rocks ,
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Mrs. Hemans. Haunting my night - watch ' midst the rocks , And by the torrent's foam , Through the dark - rolling mists they shine , Full , full of love and home ! Alas ! the mountain eagle's heart , When wrong'd , may yet find rest ...
Mrs. Hemans. Haunting my night - watch ' midst the rocks , And by the torrent's foam , Through the dark - rolling mists they shine , Full , full of love and home ! Alas ! the mountain eagle's heart , When wrong'd , may yet find rest ...
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... haunted calm , And by the lonely hearth . Look on me thus , when hollow praise Hath made the weary pine For one true tone of other days , One glance of love like thine ! THE CHARMED PICTURE . Look on me thus , when 68 SONGS OF THE ...
... haunted calm , And by the lonely hearth . Look on me thus , when hollow praise Hath made the weary pine For one true tone of other days , One glance of love like thine ! THE CHARMED PICTURE . Look on me thus , when 68 SONGS OF THE ...
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... haunted heart is a weight to bear , - Bright faces , kind voices ! where are ye , where ? Shadow not forth , O thou land of dreams , The past , as it fled by my own blue streams ! Make not my spirit within me burn For the scenes and the ...
... haunted heart is a weight to bear , - Bright faces , kind voices ! where are ye , where ? Shadow not forth , O thou land of dreams , The past , as it fled by my own blue streams ! Make not my spirit within me burn For the scenes and the ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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 !
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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 : —
Page 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!
Page 52 - Whispered my native streams ; " Hath the spirit nursed amidst hill and grove. Still revered its first high dreams?
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...