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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... head on high ? -I tell you , no ! Th ' avenger will not sleep . It was an hour Of triumph to the conqueror , when our king , Our young brave Conradin , in life's fair morn , On the red scaffold died . Yet not the less Is justice throned ...
... head on high ? -I tell you , no ! Th ' avenger will not sleep . It was an hour Of triumph to the conqueror , when our king , Our young brave Conradin , in life's fair morn , On the red scaffold died . Yet not the less Is justice throned ...
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... head - what reck'd it ? -There was joy Within , and revelry ; the festive lamps Were streaming from each turret , and gay songs , I ' th ' stranger's tongue , made mirth . They little deem'd Who heard their melodies ! -but there are ...
... head - what reck'd it ? -There was joy Within , and revelry ; the festive lamps Were streaming from each turret , and gay songs , I ' th ' stranger's tongue , made mirth . They little deem'd Who heard their melodies ! -but there are ...
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... I will not fly ! While in his heart there is one throb of life , One spark in his dim eyes , I will not leave The brother of my youth to perish thus , Without one kindly bosom to sustain His dying head . VESPERS OF PALERMO . 67.
... I will not fly ! While in his heart there is one throb of life , One spark in his dim eyes , I will not leave The brother of my youth to perish thus , Without one kindly bosom to sustain His dying head . VESPERS OF PALERMO . 67.
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Mrs. Hemans. Without one kindly bosom to sustain His dying head . Eribert . The clouds are darkening round . There are strange voices ringing in mine ear That summon me - to what ? -But I have been Used to command ! -Away ! I will not ...
Mrs. Hemans. Without one kindly bosom to sustain His dying head . Eribert . The clouds are darkening round . There are strange voices ringing in mine ear That summon me - to what ? -But I have been Used to command ! -Away ! I will not ...
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... head ! -Scorn make his name Her mark for ever ! Montalba . In our passionate blindness , We send forth curses , whose deep stings recoil Oft on ourselves . Procida . Whate'er fate hath of ruin Fall on his VESPERS OF PALERMO . 71.
... head ! -Scorn make his name Her mark for ever ! Montalba . In our passionate blindness , We send forth curses , whose deep stings recoil Oft on ourselves . Procida . Whate'er fate hath of ruin Fall on his VESPERS OF PALERMO . 71.
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The Works of Mrs. Hemans, with a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her ... Mrs. Hemans Перегляд фрагмента - 1840 |
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Anselmo ARABELLA STUART art thou banners beautiful beneath bow'd brave breast breath breeze bright brow cheek Conradin Constance Couci dark dead death deep doth dreams dwell e'en earth Eribert Ev'n fair farewell father fear flowers gaze gentle glad glance gleam glorious glow gone grave green grief Guido hath heart heaven hour human voice hush'd Joanna Baillie land leaves light lips lone look look'd lyre midst mighty heart Montalba mournful night noble o'er pale pass'd planxty pour'd Procida proud Provençal racter Raimond rest rose round SCENE seem'd shining Sicilians Sicily silent sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound speak spirit stood stream strong sunny sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought thro tomb tone Twas unto Vittoria voice warrior wave wild winds woman's wouldst young youth
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Сторінка 237 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Сторінка 291 - THE breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Сторінка 293 - Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued ; And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music, — summer's eve — or spring, A flower — the wind — the Ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Сторінка 238 - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves, And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves. The free fair homes of England, Long, long, in hut and hall, May hearts of native proof be reared To guard each hallowed wall. And green for ever be the groves, And bright the flowery sod, Where first the child's glad spirit loves Its country and its God.
Сторінка 295 - Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Сторінка 141 - Yet further may relent : for mightier far Than strength of nerve and sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is love, though oft to agony distrest, And though his favourite seat be feeble woman's breast. But if thou goest, I follow...
Сторінка 156 - Through many a joyous hour, Where the silvery green of the olive shade Hung dim o'er fount and bower. Yes, thou and I, by stream, by shore, In song, in prayer, in sleep, Have been, as we may be no more ; Kind sister, let me weep...
Сторінка 137 - I come, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ; Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves opening as I pass.
Сторінка 291 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; — They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Сторінка 134 - ... in the face of the sun, and in the eye of light." The places set apart for this purpose were marked out by a circle of stones, called the circle of federation.