Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volym 1Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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... of possible things , that I should link My name to that word - traitor ? -They that sleep On their proud battle - fields , thy sires and mine , Died not for this ! ELMINA . Oh , cold and hard of heart ! SIEGE OF VALENCIA . 19.
... of possible things , that I should link My name to that word - traitor ? -They that sleep On their proud battle - fields , thy sires and mine , Died not for this ! ELMINA . Oh , cold and hard of heart ! SIEGE OF VALENCIA . 19.
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Mrs. Hemans. ELMINA . Oh , cold and hard of heart ! Thou shouldst be born for empire , since thy soul Thus lightly from all human bonds can free Its haughty flight ! -Men ! men ! too much is yours Of vantage ; ye , that with a sound , a ...
Mrs. Hemans. ELMINA . Oh , cold and hard of heart ! Thou shouldst be born for empire , since thy soul Thus lightly from all human bonds can free Its haughty flight ! -Men ! men ! too much is yours Of vantage ; ye , that with a sound , a ...
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... That man , in his cold heartlessness , hath dared To number and to mete us forth the sands Of hours , nay , moments ? -Why , the sentenced wretch , He on whose soul there rests a brother's blood Pour'd 3 SIEGE OF VALENCIA . 25.
... That man , in his cold heartlessness , hath dared To number and to mete us forth the sands Of hours , nay , moments ? -Why , the sentenced wretch , He on whose soul there rests a brother's blood Pour'd 3 SIEGE OF VALENCIA . 25.
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... cold and hollow world , no fount Of deep , strong , deathless love , save that within A mother's heart . - It is but pride , wherewith To his fair son the father's eye doth turn , Watching his growth . Ay , on the boy he looks , The ...
... cold and hollow world , no fount Of deep , strong , deathless love , save that within A mother's heart . - It is but pride , wherewith To his fair son the father's eye doth turn , Watching his growth . Ay , on the boy he looks , The ...
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... cold void ! —And when the strength From your right arm hath melted , when the blast Of the shrill clarion gives your heart no more A fiery wakening ; if at last you pine For the glad voices , and the bounding steps , Once through your ...
... cold void ! —And when the strength From your right arm hath melted , when the blast Of the shrill clarion gives your heart no more A fiery wakening ; if at last you pine For the glad voices , and the bounding steps , Once through your ...
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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...