The works of mrs Hemans; with a memoir of her life, by her sister [H.M. Owen]. |
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... gleam to the first pale star ! The shepherd greets them on his height , The hermit in his cell ; -But a deeper voice shall breathe to - night , In the sound of the Vesper - bell ! [ The bell rings . Eri . It is the hour ! -Hark , hark ...
... gleam to the first pale star ! The shepherd greets them on his height , The hermit in his cell ; -But a deeper voice shall breathe to - night , In the sound of the Vesper - bell ! [ The bell rings . Eri . It is the hour ! -Hark , hark ...
Página 115
... gleam'd up through her citron - bowers , And the tents of the desert had girt her plain , And camels were trampling the vines of Spain ; For the Cid was gone to rest . There were men from wilds where the death - wind sweeps , There were ...
... gleam'd up through her citron - bowers , And the tents of the desert had girt her plain , And camels were trampling the vines of Spain ; For the Cid was gone to rest . There were men from wilds where the death - wind sweeps , There were ...
Página 135
... gleam of their shining hair ! — But I know of a land where there falls no blight , I shall find them there , with their eyes of light ! Where Death ' midst the blooms of the morn may dwell , I tarry no longer - farewell , farewell ! The ...
... gleam of their shining hair ! — But I know of a land where there falls no blight , I shall find them there , with their eyes of light ! Where Death ' midst the blooms of the morn may dwell , I tarry no longer - farewell , farewell ! The ...
Página 138
... gleam of light , from grassy lawn To secret covert ; and the smooth turf shook And lilies quiver'd by the glade's lone brook , And young leaves trembled , as , in fleet career , A princely band , with horn , and hound , and spear , Like ...
... gleam of light , from grassy lawn To secret covert ; and the smooth turf shook And lilies quiver'd by the glade's lone brook , And young leaves trembled , as , in fleet career , A princely band , with horn , and hound , and spear , Like ...
Página 148
... Gleam'd from beneath her transparent veil ; Changeful and faint was her fair cheek's hue , Though clear as a flower which the light looks through ; And the glance of her dark resplendent eye , For the aspect of woman at times too high ...
... Gleam'd from beneath her transparent veil ; Changeful and faint was her fair cheek's hue , Though clear as a flower which the light looks through ; And the glance of her dark resplendent eye , For the aspect of woman at times too high ...
Términos y frases comunes
ARABELLA STUART art thou banners bear beautiful beneath brave breast breath breeze bright brow cheek Conradin Constance Couci dark dead death deep doth dreams dwell e'en earth Eribert fair farewell father fear flowers gaze gentle glad glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone Gorsedd grave green grief hath heart heaven hour hush'd JOANNA BAILLIE leaves light lips lone look look'd lyre midst mighty heart Montalba mother mournful night noble o'er pale pass'd planxty pour'd PROCIDA proud Provençal Raim Raimond rest rose round scene seem'd shadow 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 tomb tone Twas Twill unto voice warrior wave wert wild winds woman's wouldst young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 285 - 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.
Página 232 - 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.
Página 233 - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves, And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves.
Página 136 - 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.
Página 170 - I have been with thee in thine hour Of glory and of bliss ; Doubt not its memory's living power To strengthen me through this! And thou, mine honoured love and true, Bear on, bear nobly on ! We have the blessed Heaven in view, Whose rest shall soon be won.
Página 171 - The wind rose high — but with it rose Her voice, that he might hear : — Perchance that dark hour brought repose To happy bosoms near; While she sat striving with despair Beside his tortured form, And pouring her deep soul in prayer Forth on the rushing storm. She wiped the death-damps from his brow With her pale hands and soft, Whose touch upon the lute-chords low Had stilled his heart so oft.
Página 137 - From the night-bird's lay, through the starry time, In the groves of the soft Hesperian clime, To the swan's wild note by the Iceland lakes, When the dark fir-branch into verdure breaks.
Página 285 - 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. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea: And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free!
Página 306 - The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one ; He lies where pearls lie deep; He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are drest Above the noble slain ; He wrapt his colours round his breast On a blood-red field of Spain.
Página 285 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea ; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free ! The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared, — This was their welcome home.