Poetical remains of the late mrs Hemans [with a memoir by D.M. Moir].Blackwood, 1836 |
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... her mind enjoyed while imbibing the beautiful and grand in sen- timent , -impressions so instantaneously stamp- ed shewing their depth by their durability . Such a prevailing love of poetry soon na- turally turned THE LATE MRS HEMANS . xi.
... her mind enjoyed while imbibing the beautiful and grand in sen- timent , -impressions so instantaneously stamp- ed shewing their depth by their durability . Such a prevailing love of poetry soon na- turally turned THE LATE MRS HEMANS . xi.
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... soon passed over the spirit of that Elysian picture ; and , in her nineteenth year , she was married to Captain Hemans , of the Fourth Regiment , a gentleman of highly respectable connections . Unfortunately his health had been ...
... soon passed over the spirit of that Elysian picture ; and , in her nineteenth year , she was married to Captain Hemans , of the Fourth Regiment , a gentleman of highly respectable connections . Unfortunately his health had been ...
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... soon it might have swelled Majestically forth ! -Nor doubt , that He Whose touch mysterious may on earth dissolve Those links of music , elsewhere will evolve Their grand consummate hymn , from passion - gusts made free ! V. A THOUGHT ...
... soon it might have swelled Majestically forth ! -Nor doubt , that He Whose touch mysterious may on earth dissolve Those links of music , elsewhere will evolve Their grand consummate hymn , from passion - gusts made free ! V. A THOUGHT ...
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... Soon shall each blast like a clarion blow ! Yes ! though forbidden be every word Wherewith that Spirit the Alps hath stirr'd , Yet even as a buried stream through earth Rolls on to another and brighter birth , So shall the voice that ...
... Soon shall each blast like a clarion blow ! Yes ! though forbidden be every word Wherewith that Spirit the Alps hath stirr'd , Yet even as a buried stream through earth Rolls on to another and brighter birth , So shall the voice that ...
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... , as a royal pall . But a lowlier grave soon won mine eye Away from th ' ancestral pageantry : A grave by the lordly Minster's gate , Unhonour'd , and yet not desolate . It was but a dewy greensward bed , Meet for THE PROCESSION . 87.
... , as a royal pall . But a lowlier grave soon won mine eye Away from th ' ancestral pageantry : A grave by the lordly Minster's gate , Unhonour'd , and yet not desolate . It was but a dewy greensward bed , Meet for THE PROCESSION . 87.
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Other editions - View all
Poetical Remains of the Late Mrs. Hemans Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans,David Macbeth Moir No preview available - 2015 |
Poetical Remains of the Late Mrs Hemans [With a Memoir by D.M. Moir] Felicia Dorothea Hemans No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 160 - Divesne prisco natus ab Inacho Nil interest an pauper et infima De gente sub divo moreris, Victima nil miserantis Orci. Omnes eodem cogimur, omnium Versatur urna serius ocius Sors exitura et nos in aeternum Exilium impositura cumbae.
Page 321 - With whose thick orchard-blooms the soft winds play, Send out their inmates in a happy flow, Like a freed vernal stream. I may not tread With them those pathways — to the feverish bed Of sickness bound ; yet, O my God ! I bless Thy mercy, that with Sabbath peace hath fill'd My chasten'd heart, and all its throbbings still'd To one deep calm of lowliest thankfulness ! April 26(A, 1835.
Page 162 - Frustra: nam gelidos inficiet tibi Rubro sanguine rivos Lascivi suboles gregis. Te flagrantis atrox hora Caniculae Nescit tangere, tu frigus amabile 10 Fessis vomere tauris Praebes et pecori vago. Fies nobilium tu quoque fontium, Me dicente cavis impositam ilicem Saxis, unde loquaces 15 ODE XIV.
Page 47 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine; what is low, raise and support...
Page 156 - PERSICOS odi, puer, apparatus; displicent nexae philyra coronae ; mitte sectari, rosa quo locorum sera moretur.
Page 15 - Go, call thy sons; instruct them what a debt They owe their ancestors; and make them swear To pay it, by transmitting down entire Those sacred rights to which themselves were born.
Page 94 - Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute: No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Page 94 - WHEN the lamp is shatter'd, The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scatter'd, The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remember'd not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute — , No' song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruin'd cell, Or the mournful surges That ring...
Page 225 - I IN these flowery meads would be : These crystal streams should solace me; To whose harmonious bubbling noise I with my angle would rejoice. Sit here, and see the turtle-dove Court his chaste mate to acts of love; Or on that bank, feel the west wind Breathe health and plenty; please my mind. To see sweet dewdrops kiss these flowers. And then...
Page 128 - How often is our path Crossed by some being whose bright spirit sheds A passing gladness o'er it, but whose course Leads down another current, never more To blend with ours ! Yet far within our souls, Amidst the rushing of the busy world, Dwells many a secret thought, which lingers yet Around that image.