Memorials of Mrs. Hemans: With Illustrations of Her Literary Character from Her Private Correspondence, Volume 2

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Saunders and Otley, 1836 - Poets, English - 667 pages
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Page 117 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep...
Page 51 - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along : The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot: Cold diffidence, and age's frost...
Page 153 - twere, anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Page 107 - There is a daily beauty in his life," which is in such lovely harmony with his poetry, that I am thankful to have witnessed and felt it. He gives me a good deal of his society, reads to me, walks with me, leads my pony when I ride, and I begin to talk with him as with a sort of paternal friend. The whole of this morning he kindly passed in reading to me a great deal from Spenser, and afterwards his own " Laodamia," my favourite " Tintern Abbey," and many of those noble sonnets which you, like myself,...
Page 298 - ... 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 248 - My wish ever was to concentrate all my mental . energy in the production of some more noble and complete work ; something of pure and holy excellence, (if there be not too much presumption in the thought, ) which might permanently take its place as the work of a British poetess. I have always, hitherto, written as if in the breathing times of storms and billows.
Page 115 - 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 250 - The outward shows of sky and earth, Of hill and valley, he has viewed ; And impulses of deeper birth Have come to him in solitude. In common things that round us lie Some random truths he can impart, The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
Page 19 - I really think that pure passion for flowers," she wrote, in one of her notes at this time to Mrs Lawrence, " is the only one which long sickness leaves untouched with its chilling influence. Often during this weary illness of mine, have I looked upon new books with perfect apathy, when, if a friend has sent me a few flowers, my heart has ' leaped up' to their dreamy hues and odours, with a sudden sense of renovated childhood, which seems to me one of the mysteries of our being.
Page 124 - The majestic silence of these lakes, perfectly soundless and waveless as they are, except when troubled by the wind, is to me most impressive. Oh ! what a poor thing is society in the presence of skies and waters and everlasting hills ! You may be sure I do not allude to the dear intercourse...

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