Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volym 1Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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... . DE COUCI . MONTALBA . GUIDO . ALBERTI . ANSELMO , a Monk . VITTORIA . CONSTANCE , Sister to Eribert . Nobles , Soldiers , Messengers , Vassals , Peasants , & c . & c . Scene - Palermo . 12 THE VESPERS OF PALERMO . A TRAGEDY . ACT THE.
... . DE COUCI . MONTALBA . GUIDO . ALBERTI . ANSELMO , a Monk . VITTORIA . CONSTANCE , Sister to Eribert . Nobles , Soldiers , Messengers , Vassals , Peasants , & c . & c . Scene - Palermo . 12 THE VESPERS OF PALERMO . A TRAGEDY . ACT THE.
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... time for flight . Are scatter'd far and wide . And thou shalt be in safety . That low sweet vale , where dwells the holy man , Anselmo ? He whose hermitage is rear'd ' Mid some old temple's ruins ? -Round the spot 210 THE VESPERS.
... time for flight . Are scatter'd far and wide . And thou shalt be in safety . That low sweet vale , where dwells the holy man , Anselmo ? He whose hermitage is rear'd ' Mid some old temple's ruins ? -Round the spot 210 THE VESPERS.
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... ANSELMO . CONSTANCE . " Tis strange he comes not ! -Is not this the still And sultry hour of noon ? -He should have been Here by the day - break . - Was there not a voice ? " No ! ' tis the shrill Cicada , with glad life Peopling these ...
... ANSELMO . CONSTANCE . " Tis strange he comes not ! -Is not this the still And sultry hour of noon ? -He should have been Here by the day - break . - Was there not a voice ? " No ! ' tis the shrill Cicada , with glad life Peopling these ...
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... Anselmo , peace doth wait , Even as an echo , following the sweet close Of some divine and solemn harmony : Therefore I sought thee now . Oh ! speak to me Of holy things , and names , in whose deep sound Is power to bid the tempests of ...
... Anselmo , peace doth wait , Even as an echo , following the sweet close Of some divine and solemn harmony : Therefore I sought thee now . Oh ! speak to me Of holy things , and names , in whose deep sound Is power to bid the tempests of ...
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... ANSELMO . Thine eye hath look'd Ón fearful deeds , for still their shadows hang O'er its dark orb . - Speak ! I adjure thee , say , How hath this work been wrought ? VITTORIA . Peace ! ask me not ! Why shouldst thou hear a tale to send ...
... ANSELMO . Thine eye hath look'd Ón fearful deeds , for still their shadows hang O'er its dark orb . - Speak ! I adjure thee , say , How hath this work been wrought ? VITTORIA . Peace ! ask me not ! Why shouldst thou hear a tale to send ...
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Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volym 2 Mrs. Hemans Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1827 |
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ABDULLAH ALBERTI ALPHONSO ANSELMO arms art thou aught banner bear beneath blood brave breath bright brow burst canst Castile Cid's CITIZEN clouds Conradin CONSTANCE Couci dark dead death deep doth dreams E'en earth ELMINA ERIBERT Ev'n Exeunt Exit fair faith father fearful GARCIAS glorious glory GONZALEZ grief GUIDO guilt hast thou hath hear heard Heaven HERNANDEZ hope hour know'st land light live look look'd midst mighty heart MONTALBA Moorish ne'er night noble o'er pale pass'd peace PEASANT pour'd PROCIDA proud Provençal RAIMOND rest Roncesvalles SCENE scorn Seelisberg seem'd SICILIANS Sicily silent sleep smile sons soul sound Spain speak spirit storm strength strong sword tell thee thine eye things thou art thou hast thou shouldst thoughts thy heart Tizona Twas Twill unto Valencia VITTORIA voice warrior wild wilt wouldst thou XIMENA youth ΧΙΜΕΝΑ
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Sida 120 - E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust, to its narrow house beneath ! Soul, to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.
Sida 26 - tis mockery all ! — A faithless mist, a desert-vapour, wearing The brightness of clear waters, thus to cheat The thirst that semblance kindled ! — -There is none, In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart.
Sida 27 - Your breast the pillow of his infancy, While to the fulness of your heart's glad heavings His fair cheek rose and fell ; and his bright hair Waved softly to your breath ! — You ne'er kept watch Beside him, till the last pale star had set, And morn, all dazzling, as in triumph, broke On your dim weary eye ; not yours the face Which, early faded through fond care for him, Hung o'er his sleep, and, duly as heaven's light, Was there to greet his wakening ! You ne'er smoothed His couch, ne'er sung him...