The Works of Mrs. Hemans Volume 5; With a Memoir of Her Life (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1854 Excerpt: ... With such a curdling cheek--Love, Love of mortal agony Thou, only thou, shouldst speak The wind rose high--but with it rose Her voice, that he might hear: --A Perchance that dark hour brought repose To happy bosoms near; While she sat striving with despair Beside his tortured form, And pouring her deep soul in prayer Forth on the rushing storm. She wiped the death-damps from his brow With her pale hands and soft, Whose touch upon the lute-chords low Had still'd his heart so oft. She spread her mantle o'er his breast, She bathed his lips with dew, And on his cheek such kisses press'd As hope and joy ne'er knew. Oh lovely are ye, Love and Faith, Enduring to the last She had her meed--one smile in death--And his worn spirit pass'd While even as o'er a martyr's grave She knelt on that sad spot, And, weeping, bless'd the God who gave Strength to forsake it not IMELDA. "Sometimes The young forgot the lessons they had learnt, And loved when they should hate--like thee, Imelda I " Italy, a Poem. "Passa la bella Donna, e par che dorma." Tasso. We have the myrtle's breath around us here, Amidst the fallen pillars: this hath been Some Naiad's fane of old. How brightly clear, Flinging a vein of silver o'er the scene, Up through the shadowy grass the fountain wells, And music with it, gushing from beneath The ivied altar That sweet murmur tells The rich wild-flowers no tale of woe or death; Yet once the wave was darken'd, and a stain Lay deep, and heavy drops--but not of rain--On the dim violets by its marble bed, And the pale shining water-lily's head. Sad is that legend's truth.--A fair girl met One whom she loved, by this lone temple's spring, Just as the sun behind the pine-grove set, And eve's low voice in whispers woke, to bring All wand...