Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volym 1Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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Mrs. Hemans. THE VESPERS OF PALERMO . A TRAGEDY . IN FIVE ACTS . DRAMATIS PERSONE . COUNT DI PROCIDA . RAIMOND DI PROCIDA THE VESPERS OF PALERMO.
Mrs. Hemans. THE VESPERS OF PALERMO . A TRAGEDY . IN FIVE ACTS . DRAMATIS PERSONE . COUNT DI PROCIDA . RAIMOND DI PROCIDA THE VESPERS OF PALERMO.
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Mrs. Hemans. DRAMATIS PERSONE . COUNT DI PROCIDA . RAIMOND DI PROCIDA , his Son . ERIBERT , Viceroy . DE COUCI . MONTALBA . GUIDO . ALBERTI . ANSELMO , a Monk . VITTORIA . CONSTANCE , Sister to Eribert . Nobles , Soldiers , Messengers ...
Mrs. Hemans. DRAMATIS PERSONE . COUNT DI PROCIDA . RAIMOND DI PROCIDA , his Son . ERIBERT , Viceroy . DE COUCI . MONTALBA . GUIDO . ALBERTI . ANSELMO , a Monk . VITTORIA . CONSTANCE , Sister to Eribert . Nobles , Soldiers , Messengers ...
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... PROCIDA , disguised as a Pil- grim , amongst them . FIRST PEASANT . Ar , this was wont to be a festal time In days gone by ! I can remember well The old familiar melodies that rose At break of morn , from all our purple hills , To ...
... PROCIDA , disguised as a Pil- grim , amongst them . FIRST PEASANT . Ar , this was wont to be a festal time In days gone by ! I can remember well The old familiar melodies that rose At break of morn , from all our purple hills , To ...
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... and to whisper thoughts They dare not breathe aloud . PROCIDA ( from the back - ground ) . Ay , it is well So to relieve th ' o'erburden'd heart , which pants Beneath its weight of wrongs ; but better far In 136 THE VESPERS.
... and to whisper thoughts They dare not breathe aloud . PROCIDA ( from the back - ground ) . Ay , it is well So to relieve th ' o'erburden'd heart , which pants Beneath its weight of wrongs ; but better far In 136 THE VESPERS.
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... Peace ! we are beset By snares on every side , and we must learn In silence and in patience to endure . Talk not of vengeance , for the word is death . PROCIDA ( coming forward indignantly ) . The word is 12 * OF PALERMO . 137.
... Peace ! we are beset By snares on every side , and we must learn In silence and in patience to endure . Talk not of vengeance , for the word is death . PROCIDA ( coming forward indignantly ) . The word is 12 * OF PALERMO . 137.
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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...