Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volym 1Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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... hearts ? XIMENA . My mother , this Is not the free air of our mountain - wilds ; And these are not the halls , wherein my voice First pour'd those gladdening strains . ELMINA . Alas ! thy heart ( I see it well ) doth sicken for the pure ...
... hearts ? XIMENA . My mother , this Is not the free air of our mountain - wilds ; And these are not the halls , wherein my voice First pour'd those gladdening strains . ELMINA . Alas ! thy heart ( I see it well ) doth sicken for the pure ...
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... ELMINA . Oh , why is this ? How my heart sinks ! GONZALEZ . It must not fail thee yet , Daughter of heroes ! -thine inheritance * " Serranos , " mountaineers : Is strength to meet all conflicts . Thou canst number 14 SIEGE OF VALENCIA .
... ELMINA . Oh , why is this ? How my heart sinks ! GONZALEZ . It must not fail thee yet , Daughter of heroes ! -thine inheritance * " Serranos , " mountaineers : Is strength to meet all conflicts . Thou canst number 14 SIEGE OF VALENCIA .
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... hearts ; No , not their children ! ELMINA . Mean'st thou ? -- know'st thou aught ? — I cannot utter it - My sons ! my sons ! Is it of them ? -Oh ! wouldst thou speak of them ? GONZALEZ . A mother's heart divineth but too well ! ELMINA ...
... hearts ; No , not their children ! ELMINA . Mean'st thou ? -- know'st thou aught ? — I cannot utter it - My sons ! my sons ! Is it of them ? -Oh ! wouldst thou speak of them ? GONZALEZ . A mother's heart divineth but too well ! ELMINA ...
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... heart , Amidst its deep affections undisturb'd , May dwell in silence . XIMENA . Father doubt thou not But we will bind ourselves to poverty , With glad devotedness , if this , but this , May win them back . - Distrust us not , my ...
... heart , Amidst its deep affections undisturb'd , May dwell in silence . XIMENA . Father doubt thou not But we will bind ourselves to poverty , With glad devotedness , if this , but this , May win them back . - Distrust us not , my ...
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... heart . - Thou too , Gonzalez , Wilt tell me there is hope ! GONZALEZ ( solemnly ) . Hope but in Him Who bade the patriarch lay his fair young son Bound on the shrine of sacrifice , and when The 18 SIEGE OF VALENCIA .
... heart . - Thou too , Gonzalez , Wilt tell me there is hope ! GONZALEZ ( solemnly ) . Hope but in Him Who bade the patriarch lay his fair young son Bound on the shrine of sacrifice , and when The 18 SIEGE OF VALENCIA .
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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...