The Works of Mrs Hemans;: With a Memoir of Her Life,William Blackwood & Sons, ... and Thomas Cadell, London., 1840 |
Inhoudsopgave
| 57 | |
| 64 | |
| 70 | |
| 76 | |
| 82 | |
| 102 | |
| 115 | |
| 121 | |
| 132 | |
| 145 | |
| 151 | |
| 157 | |
| 217 | |
| 223 | |
| 224 | |
| 225 | |
| 226 | |
| 227 | |
| 230 | |
| 231 | |
| 232 | |
| 235 | |
| 237 | |
| 239 | |
| 240 | |
| 243 | |
| 244 | |
| 245 | |
| 256 | |
| 257 | |
| 258 | |
| 259 | |
| 260 | |
| 261 | |
| 262 | |
| 263 | |
| 264 | |
| 265 | |
| 266 | |
| 267 | |
| 268 | |
| 269 | |
| 277 | |
| 289 | |
| 299 | |
| 329 | |
| 361 | |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
archer bands art thou Avenging Eagle beauty bless thee bless'd bosom bow'd breast breath breeze bright bright bands brow calm child cloud dark dear Jessy death deep didst divine doth dread dreams E'en earth earthly Enonio eyes faint faith Father Father divine FELICIA HEMANS fill'd flowers fond gentle gift glad gleaming gloom glory glow golden willow harvest band hath hear heart heaven Hemans Herrmann hills holy hope hour hues human hymn immortal leaves light lone lyre meek midst mighty mountain ne'er night o'er once pale pass'd prayer pure quivering repose rich scene shadow shed shine shy song sigh silent sing sleep smile soft solemn song soul sound spirit stars strain stream sweet swift wind tears tender thine thou hast thought thrilling tone trembling Unto vernal voice wake wandering wave weep wild wind wings woods words
Populaire passages
Pagina 324 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Pagina 220 - And Rizpah the daughter of Aiah took sackcloth, and spread it for her upon the rock, from the beginning of harvest until water dropped upon them out of heaven, and suffered neither the birds of the air to rest on them by day, nor the beasts of the field by night.
Pagina 270 - tis Death itself there dies. EPITAPH. STOP, Christian Passer-by — Stop, child of God, And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he — O lift one thought in prayer for STC ; That he who many a year with toil of breath •Found death in life, may here find life in death ! Mercy for praise — to be forgiven for fame He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou the same ! AN ODE TO THE RAIN.
Pagina 33 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Pagina 20 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Pagina 222 - Verily I say unto you, Wheresoever this gospel shall be preached in the whole world, there shall also this, that this woman hath done, be told for a memorial of her.
Pagina 233 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does nature live: Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud ! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah ! from the soul itself must issue forth, A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth...
Pagina 131 - He proved them all! — the doubt, the strife, The faint perplexing dread, The mists that hang o'er parting life, All gathered round his head; And the Deliverer knelt to pray— Yet passed it not, that cup, away!
Pagina 179 - By Him who bowed to take The death-cup for our sake, The thorn, the rod ; From whom the last dismay Was not to pass away ; Aid us, O God ! 4.
Pagina 296 - And sumless riches, from affection's deep, To pour on broken reeds — a wasted shower ! And to make idols, and to find them clay, And to bewail that worship — therefore pray!