Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volym 1Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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... thou , my child , shouldst move As a light breeze of heaven , through summer - bowers , And not o'er foaming billows ... thou some secret woe That thus thou speak'st ? XIMENA . What sorrow should be mine , Unknown to thee ? ELMINA . Alas ...
... thou , my child , shouldst move As a light breeze of heaven , through summer - bowers , And not o'er foaming billows ... thou some secret woe That thus thou speak'st ? XIMENA . What sorrow should be mine , Unknown to thee ? ELMINA . Alas ...
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... thou hear The war - song of thine ancestor , the Cid ? GONZALEZ . Ay , speak of him ; for in that name is power , Such as might rescue kingdoms ! Speak of him ! We are his children ' They that can look back I ' th ' annals of their ...
... thou hear The war - song of thine ancestor , the Cid ? GONZALEZ . Ay , speak of him ; for in that name is power , Such as might rescue kingdoms ! Speak of him ! We are his children ' They that can look back I ' th ' annals of their ...
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... 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 . Speak , I adjure thee ! -I can bear it all.- Where ...
... 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 . Speak , I adjure thee ! -I can bear it all.- Where ...
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... thou art one , To whose high nature pomp hath ever been But as the plumage to a warrior's helm , Worn or thrown off as lightly . And for me , Thou knowest not how serenely I could take The peasant's lot upon me , so my heart , Amidst ...
... thou art one , To whose high nature pomp hath ever been But as the plumage to a warrior's helm , Worn or thrown off as lightly . And for me , Thou knowest not how serenely I could take The peasant's lot upon me , so my heart , Amidst ...
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... Thou canst not mean- ELMINA . That look saith more ! GONZALEZ . I do ! why dwells there not Power in a glance to speak it ? They must die ! They must their names be told — Our sons must die Unless I yield the city ! ΧΙΜΕΝΑ . Oh ! look ...
... Thou canst not mean- ELMINA . That look saith more ! GONZALEZ . I do ! why dwells there not Power in a glance to speak it ? They must die ! They must their names be told — Our sons must die Unless I yield the city ! ΧΙΜΕΝΑ . Oh ! look ...
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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...