The Works of Mrs. Hemans: With a Memoir of Her Life, Volumen4W. Blackwood and Sons, 1854 |
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... once home , —my native Spain ! My own bright land - my fathers ' land - my child's ! What hath thy son brought from thee to the wilds ? He hath brought marks of torture and the chain— Traces of things which pass not as a breeze ; A ...
... once home , —my native Spain ! My own bright land - my fathers ' land - my child's ! What hath thy son brought from thee to the wilds ? He hath brought marks of torture and the chain— Traces of things which pass not as a breeze ; A ...
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... Once more the music of the mountaineer ! And from the sunny vales the shepherd's strain Floats out , and fills the solitary place With the old tuneful names of Spain's heroic race . XIII . But there was silence one bright , golden day ...
... Once more the music of the mountaineer ! And from the sunny vales the shepherd's strain Floats out , and fills the solitary place With the old tuneful names of Spain's heroic race . XIII . But there was silence one bright , golden day ...
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... once thou brightly worest , Cheering me onward through a fearful hour , When we were girt by Indian bow and spear , Midst the white Andes - even as mountain deer , Hemm'd in our camp ; but through the javelin shower 10 THE FOREST ...
... once thou brightly worest , Cheering me onward through a fearful hour , When we were girt by Indian bow and spear , Midst the white Andes - even as mountain deer , Hemm'd in our camp ; but through the javelin shower 10 THE FOREST ...
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... hanging hush'd upon the wall , And silence round the aged man , bereft Of each glad voice once answering to his call . Alas , that lonely father ! doom'd to pine For sounds departed in his life's decline ; And , THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 13.
... hanging hush'd upon the wall , And silence round the aged man , bereft Of each glad voice once answering to his call . Alas , that lonely father ! doom'd to pine For sounds departed in his life's decline ; And , THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 13.
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... once more ! But mine was fetter'd ! -mute in strong amaze , I watch'd his features as the night - wind blew , And torch - light or the moon's passed o'er their marble hue . LV . The trampling of a steed ! A tall white steed , Rending ...
... once more ! But mine was fetter'd ! -mute in strong amaze , I watch'd his features as the night - wind blew , And torch - light or the moon's passed o'er their marble hue . LV . The trampling of a steed ! A tall white steed , Rending ...
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Página 177 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set, but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Página 158 - And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death In still, yet brave despair; And shouted but once more aloud, "My father! must I stay?
Página 158 - While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They wrapt the ship in splendour wild, They caught the flag on high, And stream'd above the gallant child, Like banners in the sky. There came a burst of thunder sound— The boy— oh! where was he? Ask of the winds that far around With fragments strewed the sea, With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part; But the noblest thing that perished there Was that young faithful heart.
Página 157 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.
Página 183 - Traveller, in the stranger's land, Far from thine own household band ; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone ; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath not leave to dwell ; Sailor...
Página 137 - Bring flowers to the shrine where we kneel in prayer, They are nature's offering, their place is there ! They speak of hope to the fainting heart, With a voice of promise they come and part, They sleep in dust through the wintry hours, They break forth in glory — bring flowers, bright flowers ! THE CRUSADER'S RETURN. " Alas ! tile mother that him bare. If ahe had been in presence there, In his wan cheeke[aml sunburnt hair She had not known her child.
Página 158 - With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing which perished there Was that young faithful heart...
Página 160 - With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Página 68 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Página 134 - Pale glistening pearls, and rainbow-coloured shells, Bright things which gleam unrecked of, and in vain. — Keep, keep thy riches, melancholy Sea ! We ask not such from thee. Yet more, the Depths have more ! What wealth untold Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies.1 — Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful Main...