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Poets whom I have omitted after hesitation are: Ebenezer Elliott, Thomas Woolner, William Barnes, Gerald Massey, and Charles Jeremiah Wells. On the other hand, I have had no hesitation about omitting David Moir, Felicia Hemans, Aytoun, Sir Edwin Arnold, and Sir Lewis Morris. I have included John Keble in deference to much enlightened opinion, but against my inclination.
Hemans and of Longfellow, and the 'Christian Year. Hubert's verses she found difficult to understand; their spirit, the very vocabulary, was strange to her. Only on a second reading did she attain a glimmering of their significance. Then she folded them again and laid them on the table.
Then I fled, dodging Emsy's legs. Confused voices followed me; Aunt Nickerson's full of a nameless horror; Mate Snow's, thundering: "Brother Hemans, you will please continue the meeting. I will go and see what I can do. But your prayers are needed here." Poor Minister Malden! His hour had struck the hour so long awaited and now it was Mate Snow who should go to answer it.
And as you can't write a bit of verse, you dear, lovely old Ben, nor a story, I do not believe our tastes will clash. Why shouldn't we agree just as well when we are married as we do now? Even that tremendous, gloomy, erratic Edgar Allan Poe adored not only his wife, but his mother-in-law. To be sure, there was Milton and Byron, and Mrs. Hemans and Bulwer, and a host of them; but Mr. and Mrs.
'Who is she anyhow? I says, flat 'n' plain, for Lord knows 'f he'd found a rich relation I wanted my old flannels for cleanin' cloths hereafter. But he 'xplained 's Felicia Hemans got Brunhilde out o' a book the Nibble suthin' 'r other.
Thanks to the Muses, our lyrical poetry is rapidly rising in the literary scale, when such beautiful compositions as those of Mrs. Hemans and Miss Landon are no sooner written than set to music. The Musical Souvenir is embellished with two engravings and a presentation plate, and bound in crimson silk so that it has all the attractions of the annual Christmas presents, except prose.
Cowden Clarke, or Charlotte Brontë, or Maria Edgeworth, or Mrs. Hemans.
Oh! ask not, hope thou not too much Of sympathy below; Few are the hearts whence one same touch Bids the sweet fountains flow. Mrs. Hemans. The first morning for Edwin in his mother's home dawned clear and bright, and as the soft gleams of brilliant sunlight shone in upon the coverlet of his bed, he, who had been a poorhouse waif, opened his eyes and in bewilderment gazed about the place.
His brother sat with a drooping brow, In the gloom of the shadowing cypress bough. We roused him we bade him no longer pine; For we heard a step but that step was thine. HEMANS. 'What was that cry of joy, Oriana? exclaimed Henrich, as one evening during their journey, he and his companion had strayed a little from their party, who were seeking a resting-place for the night.
There is none, In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart. Mrs. Hemans. And all my mother came into mine eyes, And gave me up to tears. Shakespeare. HER INFLUENCE. It is true to nature, although it be expressed in a figurative form, that a mother is both the morning and the evening star of life.
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