Poetical remains of the late mrs Hemans [with a memoir by D.M. Moir].Blackwood, 1836 |
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... writings , to select any thing more exquisitely conceived , more skilfully managed , or more energetically written , than the Monk's Tale in the Siege of Valencia . His description of his son , in which he dwells xvi BIOGRAPHICAL MEMOIR OF.
... writings , to select any thing more exquisitely conceived , more skilfully managed , or more energetically written , than the Monk's Tale in the Siege of Valencia . His description of his son , in which he dwells xvi BIOGRAPHICAL MEMOIR OF.
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... ! thy gift of love shall cling , A coiling sadness , round thy heart and brain , A silent , fruitless , yet undying thing , All sensitive to pain ! And still the shadow of vain dreams shall fall O'er DESPONDENCY AND ASPIRATION . 3.
... ! thy gift of love shall cling , A coiling sadness , round thy heart and brain , A silent , fruitless , yet undying thing , All sensitive to pain ! And still the shadow of vain dreams shall fall O'er DESPONDENCY AND ASPIRATION . 3.
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... grace impart The fire from Heaven , whose touch alone can shed Life , radiance , virtue ! -let that vital spark Pierce my whole being , wilder'd else and dark ! Thine are all holy things - O make me Thine DESPONDENCY AND ASPIRATION . 9.
... grace impart The fire from Heaven , whose touch alone can shed Life , radiance , virtue ! -let that vital spark Pierce my whole being , wilder'd else and dark ! Thine are all holy things - O make me Thine DESPONDENCY AND ASPIRATION . 9.
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Felicia Dorothea Hemans. Thine are all holy things - O make me Thine , So shall I too be pure — a living shrine Unto that spirit , which goes forth from Thee , Strong and divinely free , Bearing thy gifts of wisdom on its flight , And ...
Felicia Dorothea Hemans. Thine are all holy things - O make me Thine , So shall I too be pure — a living shrine Unto that spirit , which goes forth from Thee , Strong and divinely free , Bearing thy gifts of wisdom on its flight , And ...
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... things , to maintain The cause , for which they girt themselves to death . And I obey . — I leave their towers Unto the stranger's tread ; Unto the creeping grass and flowers ; Unto the fading pictures of the dead . I leave their ...
... things , to maintain The cause , for which they girt themselves to death . And I obey . — I leave their towers Unto the stranger's tread ; Unto the creeping grass and flowers ; Unto the fading pictures of the dead . I leave their ...
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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.