The Work of Mrs. Hemans, Том 5Lea and Blanchard, 1842 |
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... stars ! whose beams are characters Wherewith the oracles of fate are traced ; With you my soul finds room , and casts aside The weight that doth oppress her . - But my thoughts Are wandering far ; there should be one to share This awful ...
... stars ! whose beams are characters Wherewith the oracles of fate are traced ; With you my soul finds room , and casts aside The weight that doth oppress her . - But my thoughts Are wandering far ; there should be one to share This awful ...
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... stars , Wins the great Judge to listen , should be thus , In their vain exercise of pageant power , Hard and relentless ! -Gentle brother , yet ' Tis in your choice to imitate that heaven . Whose noblest joy is pardon . Eribert . ' Tis ...
... stars , Wins the great Judge to listen , should be thus , In their vain exercise of pageant power , Hard and relentless ! -Gentle brother , yet ' Tis in your choice to imitate that heaven . Whose noblest joy is pardon . Eribert . ' Tis ...
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... stars , And heaven , and night , bore witness to my vow , No more to wield it , save in one great cause , The vengeance of the grave ! -And now the hour Of that atonement comes ! [ He takes the sword from the tomb . Raimond . My spirit ...
... stars , And heaven , and night , bore witness to my vow , No more to wield it , save in one great cause , The vengeance of the grave ! -And now the hour Of that atonement comes ! [ He takes the sword from the tomb . Raimond . My spirit ...
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... , a breath , To burst the spell which bound us . But the night Is waning , with her stars , which , one by one , Warn us to part . Friends , to your homes ! -your homes ? That name is yet to win . - Away , VESPERS OF PALERMO . 47.
... , a breath , To burst the spell which bound us . But the night Is waning , with her stars , which , one by one , Warn us to part . Friends , to your homes ! -your homes ? That name is yet to win . - Away , VESPERS OF PALERMO . 47.
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... breathe fond tales , and make the twilight groves And stars attest his vows ; deem thou not so , Therefore denying it ! -I tell thee Constance ! If thou wouldst save me from such fierce despair As VESPERS OF PALERMO . 57.
... breathe fond tales , and make the twilight groves And stars attest his vows ; deem thou not so , Therefore denying it ! -I tell thee Constance ! If thou wouldst save me from such fierce despair As VESPERS OF PALERMO . 57.
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Anselmo ARABELLA STUART art thou banners bear 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 father fear flowers gaze gentle glad glance gleam gloom glorious glow gone grave green grief Guido hath heart heaven hour human voice hush'd Joanna Baillie leaves light lips lone look look'd lyre midst mighty heart Montalba mournful night noble o'er pale Palermo 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 238 - What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told, Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old. (237) The blessed Homes of England...
Сторінка 268 - Yet speak to me ! I have outwatch'd the stars, And gazed o'er heaven in vain in search of thee. Speak to me ! I have wander'd o'er the earth And never found thy likeness — Speak to me ! Look on the fiends around — they feel for me : I fear them not, and feel for thee alone — Speak to me ! though it be...
Сторінка 293 - 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 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 254 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
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.