The Works of Mrs Hemans;: With a Memoir of Her Life,William Blackwood & Sons, ... and Thomas Cadell, London., 1839 |
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... thine eye is yet undimm'd by time , And thy heart bounds , exulting in its prime ; Smile then unmoved at Wisdom's warning voice , And , in the glory of thy strength , rejoice ! But life hath sterner tasks ; e'en youth's brief hours ...
... thine eye is yet undimm'd by time , And thy heart bounds , exulting in its prime ; Smile then unmoved at Wisdom's warning voice , And , in the glory of thy strength , rejoice ! But life hath sterner tasks ; e'en youth's brief hours ...
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... thine ear ! If some bright hour on rapture's wing hath flown , Find more than anguish in the thought ' tis gone ! Go ! to a voice such magic influence give , Thou canst not lose its melody , and live ; And make an eye the lode - star of ...
... thine ear ! If some bright hour on rapture's wing hath flown , Find more than anguish in the thought ' tis gone ! Go ! to a voice such magic influence give , Thou canst not lose its melody , and live ; And make an eye the lode - star of ...
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... thine to raise To yon pure heaven thy calm confiding gaze , No gleam reflected from that realm of rest Steals on the darkness of thy troubled breast ; Not for thine eye shall Faith divinely shed Her glory round the image of the dead ...
... thine to raise To yon pure heaven thy calm confiding gaze , No gleam reflected from that realm of rest Steals on the darkness of thy troubled breast ; Not for thine eye shall Faith divinely shed Her glory round the image of the dead ...
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... thine own strength unaided to defy , With Stoic smile , the arrows of the sky ? Torn by the vulture , fetter'd to the rock , Still , demigod the tempest wilt thou mock ? Alas ! the tower that crests the mountain's brow A thousand years ...
... thine own strength unaided to defy , With Stoic smile , the arrows of the sky ? Torn by the vulture , fetter'd to the rock , Still , demigod the tempest wilt thou mock ? Alas ! the tower that crests the mountain's brow A thousand years ...
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... thine eye its ardent glance had cast Through the dim shades , the portals of the past ; By the bright lamp of thought thy care had fed From the far beacon - lights of ages fled , The depths of time exploring , to retrace The glorious ...
... thine eye its ardent glance had cast Through the dim shades , the portals of the past ; By the bright lamp of thought thy care had fed From the far beacon - lights of ages fled , The depths of time exploring , to retrace The glorious ...
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