The Works of Mrs Hemans;: With a Memoir of Her Life,William Blackwood & Sons, ... and Thomas Cadell, London., 1839 |
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... Twas the wild huntsman rushing by , Riding the blast with phantom speed , With cry of hound , and tramp of steed , While his fierce train , as on they flew , Their horns in savage chorus blew , Till rock , and tower , and convent round ...
... Twas the wild huntsman rushing by , Riding the blast with phantom speed , With cry of hound , and tramp of steed , While his fierce train , as on they flew , Their horns in savage chorus blew , Till rock , and tower , and convent round ...
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With a Memoir of Her Life, Mrs. Hemans. ' Twas long since aught but the dews of Heaven A tribute to their bier had given , Long since a sound but the moaning blast Above their voiceless home had pass'd . So slept the proud , and with ...
With a Memoir of Her Life, Mrs. Hemans. ' Twas long since aught but the dews of Heaven A tribute to their bier had given , Long since a sound but the moaning blast Above their voiceless home had pass'd . So slept the proud , and with ...
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... Twas hushed - that voice of thrilling sound , And a dead silence reign'd around . Then stood forth one , whose dim - seen form , Tower'd like a phantom in the storm ; Gathering his mantle , as a cloud , With its dark folds his face to ...
... Twas hushed - that voice of thrilling sound , And a dead silence reign'd around . Then stood forth one , whose dim - seen form , Tower'd like a phantom in the storm ; Gathering his mantle , as a cloud , With its dark folds his face to ...
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... Twas the whisper of a waking dream . Was it but this ? -again ' tis there , Again is heard " Despair ! Despair ! " ' Tis past - its tones have slowly died In echoes on the mountain side ; Heard but by him , they rose , they fell , He ...
... Twas the whisper of a waking dream . Was it but this ? -again ' tis there , Again is heard " Despair ! Despair ! " ' Tis past - its tones have slowly died In echoes on the mountain side ; Heard but by him , they rose , they fell , He ...
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... Twas not the pride that scorns to bend , Though all the bolts of Heaven descend ; Not the fierce grandeur of despair , That half exults its fate to dare ; Nor that wild energy which leads Th ' enthusiast to fanatic deeds ; Her mien , by ...
... Twas not the pride that scorns to bend , Though all the bolts of Heaven descend ; Not the fierce grandeur of despair , That half exults its fate to dare ; Nor that wild energy which leads Th ' enthusiast to fanatic deeds ; Her mien , by ...
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