The Work of Mrs. Hemans, Том 6Lea and Blanchard, 1842 |
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... whispers fill the immortal air ; If Thought , here piled from many a jewel - heap , Be treasure in that pensive land to keep ; If Love , o'ersweeping change , and blight , and blast , Find there the music of his home at last ; I ask'd ...
... whispers fill the immortal air ; If Thought , here piled from many a jewel - heap , Be treasure in that pensive land to keep ; If Love , o'ersweeping change , and blight , and blast , Find there the music of his home at last ; I ask'd ...
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... Whisper'd my native streams ; " Hath the spirit nursed amidst hill and grove , Still revered its first high dreams ? " " Hast thou borne in thy bosom the holy prayer Of the child in his parent - halls ? " -Thus breathed a voice on the ...
... Whisper'd my native streams ; " Hath the spirit nursed amidst hill and grove , Still revered its first high dreams ? " " Hast thou borne in thy bosom the holy prayer Of the child in his parent - halls ? " -Thus breathed a voice on the ...
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... whisper - and the warm tears gush Into mine eyes , the quick pulse thrills my heart ; Thou bid'st the peace , the reverential hush , The still submission , from my thoughts depart ; Dear one ! this must not be . The past looks on me ...
... whisper - and the warm tears gush Into mine eyes , the quick pulse thrills my heart ; Thou bid'st the peace , the reverential hush , The still submission , from my thoughts depart ; Dear one ! this must not be . The past looks on me ...
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... whisper , telling My lonely heart , that love unchanged is there . And what is home , and where , but with the loving ? Happy thou art , that so canst gaze on thine ! My spirit feels but , in its weary roving , That with the dead ...
... whisper , telling My lonely heart , that love unchanged is there . And what is home , and where , but with the loving ? Happy thou art , that so canst gaze on thine ! My spirit feels but , in its weary roving , That with the dead ...
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... whisper'd prayer ; Tread lightly ! -for the sanctity of death Broods with a voiceless influence on the air : Stern , yet serene ! -a reconciling spell , Each troubled billow of the soul to quell . Leave me to linger silently awhile ...
... whisper'd prayer ; Tread lightly ! -for the sanctity of death Broods with a voiceless influence on the air : Stern , yet serene ! -a reconciling spell , Each troubled billow of the soul to quell . Leave me to linger silently awhile ...
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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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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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 !
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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 : —
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 52 - Whispered my native streams ; " Hath the spirit nursed amidst hill and grove. Still revered its first high dreams?
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...