The Work of Mrs. Hemans, Том 4Lea and Blanchard, 1842 |
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... Аут . Mor . For his sake ! Аут . You would go hence ? You would leave me ! ' tis too late ! You see it not - you know not , that your voice Hath power in its low mournfulness to shake Mine inmost soul ? -That you but look on me , With ...
... Аут . Mor . For his sake ! Аут . You would go hence ? You would leave me ! ' tis too late ! You see it not - you know not , that your voice Hath power in its low mournfulness to shake Mine inmost soul ? -That you but look on me , With ...
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... Аут . Then I knew At once , what springs of deeper happiness Lay far within my soul - and they burst forth Troubled and dash'd with fear — yet sweet ! —I loved ! Moraima ! leave me not ! Mor . For us to love ! Oh ! is't not taking ...
... Аут . Then I knew At once , what springs of deeper happiness Lay far within my soul - and they burst forth Troubled and dash'd with fear — yet sweet ! —I loved ! Moraima ! leave me not ! Mor . For us to love ! Oh ! is't not taking ...
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... Аут . That I was on my way ! -He look'd for me ? And I Rai . You came not ! -I had sent to you , And told you he was wounded . Аут . Not mortally ! Rai . Yes - but not- ' Twas not that outward wound- That might have closed ; and yet he ...
... Аут . That I was on my way ! -He look'd for me ? And I Rai . You came not ! -I had sent to you , And told you he was wounded . Аут . Not mortally ! Rai . Yes - but not- ' Twas not that outward wound- That might have closed ; and yet he ...
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... Аут . Not of his wound ? Rai . His wound ! -it is the silent spirit's wound , We cannot reach to heal ! -One burning thought Prey'd on his heart . Аут . Not - not - he had not heard- He bless'd me , Raimer ? Rai . Have you flung away ...
... Аут . Not of his wound ? Rai . His wound ! -it is the silent spirit's wound , We cannot reach to heal ! -One burning thought Prey'd on his heart . Аут . Not - not - he had not heard- He bless'd me , Raimer ? Rai . Have you flung away ...
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... enters . ) Came it not thence ? -Rudolf , what sounds are these ? Att . The Moslem Prince - your captive - he is dead . It is the mourners ' wail for him . f Аут . And she- His sister - heard you - 25 * DE CHATILLON . 293.
... enters . ) Came it not thence ? -Rudolf , what sounds are these ? Att . The Moslem Prince - your captive - he is dead . It is the mourners ' wail for him . f Аут . And she- His sister - heard you - 25 * DE CHATILLON . 293.
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Стр. 171 - 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.
Стр. 82 - It is a time-piece that advances very regularly near four minutes a day, and no other group of stars exhibits, to the naked eye, an observation of time so easily made. How often have we heard our guides exclaim in the savannahs of Venezuela, or in the desert extending from Lima to Truxillo, 'Midnight is past, the Cross begins to bend!
Стр. 194 - CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light fades away; Mother, with thine earnest eye Ever following silently ; Father, by the breeze of eve Called thy harvest-work to leave ; Pray! — ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the knee!
Стр. 188 - 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...
Стр. 148 - 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 ! the mother that him bare, If she had been in presence there, iln his wan cheeks and sunburnt hair She had not known her child.
Стр. 340 - OH ! how could Fancy crown with thee, In ancient days, the god of wine, And bid thee at the banquet be, Companion of the vine ? Thy home, wild plant, is where each sound Of revelry hath long been o'er ; Where song's full notes once peal'd around, But now are heard no more.
Стр. 338 - No more of talk where God or angel guest With man, as with his friend, familiar used To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast...
Стр. 77 - 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.