Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volym 1Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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... fall'n On dark and evil days ! ΧΙΜΕΝΑ . Ay , days , that wake All to their tasks ! -Youth may not loiter now In the green walks of spring ; and womanhood Is summon'd unto conflicts , heretofore The lot of warrior souls . But we will ...
... fall'n On dark and evil days ! ΧΙΜΕΝΑ . Ay , days , that wake All to their tasks ! -Youth may not loiter now In the green walks of spring ; and womanhood Is summon'd unto conflicts , heretofore The lot of warrior souls . But we will ...
Sida 12
... fall'n , And wrought an early withering ! -Thou hast cross'd The paths of Death , and minister'd to those O'er whom ... falling round us , and we deem it much To give them funeral - rites , and call them blest If the good sword , in its ...
... fall'n , And wrought an early withering ! -Thou hast cross'd The paths of Death , and minister'd to those O'er whom ... falling round us , and we deem it much To give them funeral - rites , and call them blest If the good sword , in its ...
Sida 13
... fall of eve ? GONZALEZ . There may be rest For the tired peasant , when the vesper - bell 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 ...
... fall of eve ? GONZALEZ . There may be rest For the tired peasant , when the vesper - bell 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 ...
Sida 21
... fall , That cross must fall at last ! There is no power , No hope within this city of the grave , To keep its place on high . Her sultry air Breathes heavily of death , her warriors sink Beneath their ancient banners , ere the Moor Hath ...
... fall , That cross must fall at last ! There is no power , No hope within this city of the grave , To keep its place on high . Her sultry air Breathes heavily of death , her warriors sink Beneath their ancient banners , ere the Moor Hath ...
Sida 22
... fall As men that in severe devotedness Have chosen their part , and bound themselves to death , Through high conviction that their suffering land , By the free blood of martyrdom alone , Shall call deliverance down . ELMINA . Oh ! I ...
... fall As men that in severe devotedness Have chosen their part , and bound themselves to death , Through high conviction that their suffering land , By the free blood of martyrdom alone , Shall call deliverance down . ELMINA . Oh ! I ...
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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...