Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volym 1Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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... ? With his proud quick flashing eye , And his mien of knightly state ? Doth he come from where the swords flash'd high , In the Roncesvalles ' Strait ? " " In the gloomy Roncesvalles ' Strait I saw and SIEGE OF VALENCIA .
... ? With his proud quick flashing eye , And his mien of knightly state ? Doth he come from where the swords flash'd high , In the Roncesvalles ' Strait ? " " In the gloomy Roncesvalles ' Strait I saw and SIEGE OF VALENCIA .
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... doth sicken for the pure Free - wandering breezes of the joyous hills , Where thy young brothers , o'er the rock and heath , Bound in glad boyhood , e'en as torrent - streams Leap brightly from the heights . Had we not been Within these ...
... doth sicken for the pure Free - wandering breezes of the joyous hills , Where thy young brothers , o'er the rock and heath , Bound in glad boyhood , e'en as torrent - streams Leap brightly from the heights . Had we not been Within these ...
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... Doth send him to his cabin , and beneath His vine and olive , he may sit at eve , Watching his children's sport : but unto him Who keeps the watch - place on the mountain - height , When Heaven lets loose the storms that chasten realms ...
... Doth send him to his cabin , and beneath His vine and olive , he may sit at eve , Watching his children's sport : but unto him Who keeps the watch - place on the mountain - height , When Heaven lets loose the storms that chasten realms ...
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... Doth call them martyrs , but their agonies Were of a moment , tortures whose brief aim Was to destroy , within whose powers and scope Lay nought but dust . - And earth doth call them martyrs ! Why , Heaven but claim'd their blood ...
... Doth call them martyrs , but their agonies Were of a moment , tortures whose brief aim Was to destroy , within whose powers and scope Lay nought but dust . - And earth doth call them martyrs ! Why , Heaven but claim'd their blood ...
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... Doth lie thy children's fate . GONZALEZ . If there have been Men in whose bosoms Nature's voice hath made Its accents as the solitary sound Of an o'erpowering torrent , silencing Th ' austere and yet divine remonstrances Whisper'd by ...
... Doth lie thy children's fate . GONZALEZ . If there have been Men in whose bosoms Nature's voice hath made Its accents as the solitary sound Of an o'erpowering torrent , silencing Th ' austere and yet divine remonstrances Whisper'd by ...
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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...