Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volym 1Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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Mrs. Hemans. DRAMATIS PERSONE . ALVAR GONZALEZ ALPHONSO CARLOS HERNANDEZ ABDULLAH GARCIAS ELMINA • ΧΙΜΕΝΑ THERESA • · · · • Governor of Valencia . His Sons . A Priest . SA Moorish Prince , Chief of the Army besieging Valencia . A Spanish ...
Mrs. Hemans. DRAMATIS PERSONE . ALVAR GONZALEZ ALPHONSO CARLOS HERNANDEZ ABDULLAH GARCIAS ELMINA • ΧΙΜΕΝΑ THERESA • · · · • Governor of Valencia . His Sons . A Priest . SA Moorish Prince , Chief of the Army besieging Valencia . A Spanish ...
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... bed ! -I have seen the stripling die , And the strong man meet his fate , Where the mountain - winds go sounding by , In the Roncesvalles ' Strait ! " ELMINA enters . ELMINA . Your songs are not as SIEGE OF VALENCIA . 9.
... bed ! -I have seen the stripling die , And the strong man meet his fate , Where the mountain - winds go sounding by , In the Roncesvalles ' Strait ! " ELMINA enters . ELMINA . Your songs are not as SIEGE OF VALENCIA . 9.
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Mrs. Hemans. ELMINA enters . ELMINA . Your songs are not as those of other days , Mine own Ximena ! -Where is now the young And buoyant spirit of the morn , which once Breath'd in your spring - like melodies , and woke Joy's echo from ...
Mrs. Hemans. ELMINA enters . ELMINA . Your songs are not as those of other days , Mine own Ximena ! -Where is now the young And buoyant spirit of the morn , which once Breath'd in your spring - like melodies , and woke Joy's echo from ...
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... ELMINA . Woe ! woe ! that aught so gentle and so young Should thus be call'd to stand i ' the tempest's path , And ... ELMINA . Hast thou some secret woe That thus thou speak'st ? XIMENA . What sorrow should be mine , Unknown to thee ...
... ELMINA . Woe ! woe ! that aught so gentle and so young Should thus be call'd to stand i ' the tempest's path , And ... ELMINA . Hast thou some secret woe That thus thou speak'st ? XIMENA . What sorrow should be mine , Unknown to thee ...
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Mrs. Hemans. ELMINA . Alas ! the baleful air Wherewith the pestilence in darkness walks Through the devoted city , like a blight Amidst the rose - tints of thy cheek hath fall'n , And wrought an early withering ! -Thou hast cross'd The ...
Mrs. Hemans. ELMINA . Alas ! the baleful air Wherewith the pestilence in darkness walks Through the devoted city , like a blight Amidst the rose - tints of thy cheek hath fall'n , And wrought an early withering ! -Thou hast cross'd The ...
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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...