The Works of Mrs Hemans;: With a Memoir of Her Life,William Blackwood & Sons, ... and Thomas Cadell, London., 1839 |
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... fears repell❜d , Cling in weak terror to its earthly chain , And from the dizzy brink recoil , in vain ; He that hath seen the last convulsive throe Dissolve the union form'd and closed in woe , Well knows that hour is awful . - In the ...
... fears repell❜d , Cling in weak terror to its earthly chain , And from the dizzy brink recoil , in vain ; He that hath seen the last convulsive throe Dissolve the union form'd and closed in woe , Well knows that hour is awful . - In the ...
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... fear , A thrilling thought , which haply mock'd before , We fain would stifle - but it sleeps no more ! There are who fly its murmurs ' midst the throng , That join the masque of revelry and song ; Yet still Death's image , by its power ...
... fear , A thrilling thought , which haply mock'd before , We fain would stifle - but it sleeps no more ! There are who fly its murmurs ' midst the throng , That join the masque of revelry and song ; Yet still Death's image , by its power ...
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... fears . Mrs Hemans has gone through this range with great feeling and ability ; and , when she comes to the mind which has clothed itself in its own strength , and relying proudly on that alone in the hour of affliction , has sunk into ...
... fears . Mrs Hemans has gone through this range with great feeling and ability ; and , when she comes to the mind which has clothed itself in its own strength , and relying proudly on that alone in the hour of affliction , has sunk into ...
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... fears had lost their power Reveal'd the tale in such an hour , Unfolding , with his latest breath , All that gave keener pangs to death . " 66 By Him , th ' All - seeing and Unseen , Who is for ever , and hath been , And by th ...
... fears had lost their power Reveal'd the tale in such an hour , Unfolding , with his latest breath , All that gave keener pangs to death . " 66 By Him , th ' All - seeing and Unseen , Who is for ever , and hath been , And by th ...
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... fear , Let the dagger still be near , Till , sudden as the lightning's dart , Silent and swift it reach his heart ! One warning voice , one fearful word , Ere morn beneath his towers be heard , Then vainly may the guilty fly , Unseen ...
... fear , Let the dagger still be near , Till , sudden as the lightning's dart , Silent and swift it reach his heart ! One warning voice , one fearful word , Ere morn beneath his towers be heard , Then vainly may the guilty fly , Unseen ...
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