The Works of Mrs. Hemans: With a Memoir of Her Life, Volumen3William Blackwood and Sons, 1844 |
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... sword hangs quivering in the air, Bow down thy heart to Him who will not break The bruised reed ; e'en yet, awake, awake ! Patient, because Eternal, 1 He may hear Thy prayer of agony with pitying ear, And send his chastening Spirit from ...
... sword hangs quivering in the air, Bow down thy heart to Him who will not break The bruised reed ; e'en yet, awake, awake ! Patient, because Eternal, 1 He may hear Thy prayer of agony with pitying ear, And send his chastening Spirit from ...
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... sword, By truth eternal and divine, Accuser ! wilt thou swear to thine ?" — " The cross upon my heart is prest, I hold the dagger to my breast ; If false the tale whose truth I swear, Be mine the murderer's doom to bear !" Then sternly ...
... sword, By truth eternal and divine, Accuser ! wilt thou swear to thine ?" — " The cross upon my heart is prest, I hold the dagger to my breast ; If false the tale whose truth I swear, Be mine the murderer's doom to bear !" Then sternly ...
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... a death-pang give, He must not meet my sight — and live ! Well may'st thou shudder ! — of the band Who watch in secret o'er the land, Whose thousand swords 'tis vain to shun, Th' unknown, th' A TALE OF THE SECRET TRIBUNAL.
... a death-pang give, He must not meet my sight — and live ! Well may'st thou shudder ! — of the band Who watch in secret o'er the land, Whose thousand swords 'tis vain to shun, Th' unknown, th' A TALE OF THE SECRET TRIBUNAL.
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With a Memoir of Her Life. Whose thousand swords 'tis vain to shun, Th' unknown, th' unslumbering — I am one ! My arm defend him ! — what were then Each vow that binds the souls of men, Sworn on the cross, and- deeply seal'd By rites ...
With a Memoir of Her Life. Whose thousand swords 'tis vain to shun, Th' unknown, th' unslumbering — I am one ! My arm defend him ! — what were then Each vow that binds the souls of men, Sworn on the cross, and- deeply seal'd By rites ...
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... among, Spare not the valiant, pity not the young ! Haste ! o'er her hills the sword's libation shed, And wreak the curse of Carthage on her head!" The vision flies — a mortal step is near, Whose RUINS OP CARTHAGE. 105.
... among, Spare not the valiant, pity not the young ! Haste ! o'er her hills the sword's libation shed, And wreak the curse of Carthage on her head!" The vision flies — a mortal step is near, Whose RUINS OP CARTHAGE. 105.
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Página 22 - And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
Página 21 - Then ye shall appoint you cities to be cities of refuge for you; that the slayer may flee thither, which killeth any person at unawares. 12 And they shall be unto you cities for refuge from the avenger; that the manslayer die not, until he stand before the congregation in judgment.
Página 140 - Know ye not that there is a prince and a great man fallen this day in Israel?
Página 254 - With blazoned streamers, and lances tall, Moved onwards in princely state. They came with heavy chains, For the race despised so long — But amidst his Alp-domains, The herdsman's arm is strong ! The sun was reddening the clouds of morn When they entered the rock-defile, And shrill as a joyous hunter's horn Their bugles rung the while. But on the misty height, Where the mountain people stood, There was stillness, as of night, When storms at distance brood.
Página 22 - And behold the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and broke in pieces the rocks before the Lord ; but the Lord was not in the wind ; and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire ; and after the fire a still small voice.
Página 253 - Twas the tread of steel-girt men. And a trumpet, pealing wild and far, 'Midst the ancient rocks was blown, Till the Alps replied to that voice of war With a thousand of their own.
Página 302 - What marvel ? — you ne'er made Your breast the pillow of his infancy, While to the fulness of your heart's glad heavings His fair cheek rose and fell ; and his bright hair Waved softly to your breath ! — You ne'er kept watch Beside him, till the last pale star had set, And morn, all dazzling, as in triumph, broke On your dim weary eye ; not yours the face Which, early faded thro...
Página 255 - Where the mountain-people stood, There was stillness as of night, When storms at distance brood. There was stillness as of deep, dead night, And a pause — but not of fear. While the Switzers gazed on the gathering might Of the hostile shield and spear. On wound those columns bright Between the lake and wood, But they look'd not to the misty height Where the mountain-people stood.
Página 130 - THERE are bright scenes beneath Italian skies, Where glowing suns their purest light diffuse, Uncultured flowers in wild profusion rise, And nature lavishes her warmest hues ; But trust thou not her smile, her balmy breath, Away ! her charms are but the pomp of Death...
Página 130 - Mais elle était du monde où les plus belles choses Ont le pire destin ; Et rose elle a vécu ce que vivent les roses, L'espace d'un matin.