Memorials of Mrs. Hemans: With Illustrations of Her Literary Character from Her Private Correspondence (Google eBook)

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Carey, Lea & Blanchard, 1836 - Women poets, English - 273 pages
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Page 115 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 1 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Page 178 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep...
Page 253 - ... often connected with the passionate study of art in early life; deep affections and deep sorrows seem to have solemnized my whole being, and I now feel as if bound to higher and holier tasks, which, though I may occasionally lay aside, I could not long wander from without some sense of dereliction. I hope it is no self-delusion, but I cannot help sometimes feeling as if it were my true task to enlarge the sphere of sacred poetry, and extend its influence. When you receive my volume of " Scenes...
Page 88 - COME, let me make a sunny realm around thee, Of thought and beauty ! Here are books and flowers. With spells to loose the fetter which hath bound thee The ravell'd coil of this world's feverish hours.
Page 77 - Her voice was a sad, sweet melody, and her spirits reminded me of an old poet's description of the orange tree, with its " Golden lamps hid in a night of green ;" or of those Spanish gardens where the pomegranate grows beside the cypress. Her gladness was like a burst of sun-light ; and if, in her depression, she resembled night, it was night bearing her stars.
Page 178 - The ground is laid out in rather an antiquated style, which, now that nature is beginning to reclaim it from art, I do not at all dislike. There is a little grassy terrace immediately under the window, descending to a small court with a circular grass plot, on which grows one tall white rose tree.
Page 72 - Alas! the fowls of heaven have wings, And blasts of heaven will aid their flight; They mount how short a voyage brings The wanderers back to their delight! Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.
Page 76 - Egeria was totally different from any other woman I had ever seen, either in Italy or England. She did not dazzle, she subdued me. Other women might be more commanding, more versatile, more acute ; but I never saw one so exquisitely feminine.
Page 255 - ... woman. I put on mourning for her with a deep feeling of sadness, I never expected to meet her again in this life, but there was a strong chain of interest between us, that spell of mind on mind, which, once formed, can never be broken. I felt, too, that my whole nature was understood and appreciated by her, and this is a sort of happiness which I consider the most rare in all earthly affection. Those who feel and think deeply, whatever playfulness of manner may brighten the surface of their...

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