Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volym 1Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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... glory sleep , On their good swords ! Thinkst thou I feel no pangs ? He that hath given me sons , doth know the heart Whose treasures he recalls . - Of this no more . " Tis vain . I tell thee that th ' inviolate cross Still , from our ...
... glory sleep , On their good swords ! Thinkst thou I feel no pangs ? He that hath given me sons , doth know the heart Whose treasures he recalls . - Of this no more . " Tis vain . I tell thee that th ' inviolate cross Still , from our ...
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... glory ! —I am weak— My chastening is far more than I can bear . HERNANDEZ . These are no times for weakness . On our hills The ancient cedars , in their gather'd might , Are battling with the tempest ; and the flower Which cannot meet ...
... glory ! —I am weak— My chastening is far more than I can bear . HERNANDEZ . These are no times for weakness . On our hills The ancient cedars , in their gather'd might , Are battling with the tempest ; and the flower Which cannot meet ...
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... glory binds Earth's fetter on our souls ! -Thou think'st it much To mourn the early dead ; but there are tears Heavy with deeper anguish ! We endow Those whom we love , in our fond passionate blindness , With power upon our souls , too ...
... glory binds Earth's fetter on our souls ! -Thou think'st it much To mourn the early dead ; but there are tears Heavy with deeper anguish ! We endow Those whom we love , in our fond passionate blindness , With power upon our souls , too ...
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... glory medicine in her cup For the brief pangs of nature ? HERNANDEZ . Glory ! -Peace , And listen ! -By my side the stripling grew , Last of my line . I rear'd him to take joy I ' th ' blaze of arms , as eagles train their young To look ...
... glory medicine in her cup For the brief pangs of nature ? HERNANDEZ . Glory ! -Peace , And listen ! -By my side the stripling grew , Last of my line . I rear'd him to take joy I ' th ' blaze of arms , as eagles train their young To look ...
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... glory from my house ? Yet listen ! -He forsook me ! -He , that was As mine own soul , forsook me ! —trampled o'er The ashes of his sires ! -Ay , leagued himself E'en with the infidel , the curse of Spain , And , for the dark eye of a ...
... glory from my house ? Yet listen ! -He forsook me ! -He , that was As mine own soul , forsook me ! —trampled o'er The ashes of his sires ! -Ay , leagued himself E'en with the infidel , the curse of Spain , And , for the dark eye of a ...
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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...