|Short Name:||Elizabeth Harcourt Mitchell|
|Full Name:||Mitchell, Elizabeth Harcourt, 1833-?|
Mitchell, Elizabeth Harcourt, née Rolls, daughter of John E. W. Rolls, of the Hendre, Monmouth, was b. Dec. 15, 1833, and married to F. J. Mitchell, of Llanfrechfa Grange, Caerleon, Monmouthshire, in 1860. Mrs. Mitchell's prose works, published by Masters, Hayes, and the Society from Promoting Christian Knowledge number about 20. Her poetical works are First Fruits, Wild Thyme, The Ballad of the Battle of Trafalgar. To Mrs. Brock's Children's Hymn Book, 1881, she contributed the following:—
1. As Hebrew children strewed their palms. Church Decorators.
2. In the desert all alone. St. John Baptist.
3. King of glory, Saviour dear. Martyrs.
4. Come to the Manger in Bethlehem. Christmas Carol.
5. Good news from the hills of Judea. Christmas Carol.
To the Altar Hymnal, 1884, in addition to translations from the Latin (see Index of Authors and Translators), Mrs. Mitchell contributed the following original hymns:—
6. As Abel brought the lamb to Thee. Harvest.
7. Jesus, glorious Prince of angels. Processional for St, Michael and All Angels.
8. Lamb most holy, King most lowly. All Saints.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, Appendix, Part II (1907)
|Texts by Elizabeth Harcourt Mitchell (11)||As||Authority Languages||Instances|
|As Hebrew children strewed their palms||Elizabeth Harcourt Mitchell (Author)||3|
|Come to the manger in Bethlehem||Elizabeth H. Mitchell (Author)||7|
|Good news from the hills of Judea||Mrs. Mitchell (Author)||4|
|I passed the hill, I shut mine eyes||Elizabeth Harcourt Mitchell (Author)||2|
|King of glory, Savior dear||Mrs. Mitchell (Author)||English||8|
|Lamb most holy, King most lowly||Elizabeth Harcourt Mitchell (Author)||2|
|Mourners, wherefore come to weep In the morning cold and grey?||Elizabeth Harcourt Mitchell (Author)||2|
|Ring out, delightful Easter bells||Elizabeth Harcourt Mitchell (Author)||2|
|Saw ye my Lord where the violets bloom?||Elizabeth Harcourt Mitchell (Author)||2|
|Two bright angels came this morn||Elizabeth Harcourt Mitchell (Author)||2|
|We laid him down with sighs and tears||E. H. Mitchell (Author)||2|