Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volym 1Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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... blood upon thy shield , There's dust upon thy plume , -Thou hast brought , from some disastrous field , That brow of wrath and gloom ! " " And is there blood upon my shield ? -Maiden ! it well may be ! We have sent the streams from our ...
... blood upon thy shield , There's dust upon thy plume , -Thou hast brought , from some disastrous field , That brow of wrath and gloom ! " " And is there blood upon my shield ? -Maiden ! it well may be ! We have sent the streams from our ...
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... blood of Christian Spain Hath bathed her soil to - day . I have seen the strong man die , And the stripling meet his fate , Where the mountain - winds go sounding by , In the Roncesvalles ' Strait . " In the gloomy Roncesvalles ' Strait ...
... blood of Christian Spain Hath bathed her soil to - day . I have seen the strong man die , And the stripling meet his fate , Where the mountain - winds go sounding by , In the Roncesvalles ' Strait . " In the gloomy Roncesvalles ' Strait ...
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... blood ; -it is no time For the light mien wherewith , in happier hours , We trod the woodland mazes , when young leaves Were whispering in the gale .-- My Father comes- Oh ! speak of me no more . I would not shade His princely aspect ...
... blood ; -it is no time For the light mien wherewith , in happier hours , We trod the woodland mazes , when young leaves Were whispering in the gale .-- My Father comes- Oh ! speak of me no more . I would not shade His princely aspect ...
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... blood hath made The ground it bathed e'en as an altar , whence High thoughts shall rise for ever . Bore they not , ' Midst flame and sword , their witness of the Cross , With its victorious inspiration girt As with a conqueror's robe ...
... blood hath made The ground it bathed e'en as an altar , whence High thoughts shall rise for ever . Bore they not , ' Midst flame and sword , their witness of the Cross , With its victorious inspiration girt As with a conqueror's robe ...
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... blood of martyrdom alone , Shall call deliverance down . ELMINA . Oh ! I have stood Beside thee through the beating storms of life , With the true heart of unrepining love , As the poor peasant's mate doth cheerily , In the parch'd ...
... blood of martyrdom alone , Shall call deliverance down . ELMINA . Oh ! I have stood Beside thee through the beating storms of life , With the true heart of unrepining love , As the poor peasant's mate doth cheerily , In the parch'd ...
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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...