Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volym 1Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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... THOU hast not been with a festal throng , At the pouring of the wine ; Men bear not from the Hall of Song , A mien so dark as thine ! -There's blood upon thy shield , There's dust upon thy plume , -Thou hast brought , from some ...
... THOU hast not been with a festal throng , At the pouring of the wine ; Men bear not from the Hall of Song , A mien so dark as thine ! -There's blood upon thy shield , There's dust upon thy plume , -Thou hast brought , from some ...
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... Hast thou seen a youth with an eagle crest , And a white plume waving free ? 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 ...
... Hast thou seen a youth with an eagle crest , And a white plume waving free ? 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 ...
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... thou , my child , shouldst move As a light breeze of heaven , through summer - bowers , And not o'er foaming billows ... Hast thou some secret woe That thus thou speak'st ? XIMENA . What sorrow should be mine , Unknown to thee ? ELMINA ...
... thou , my child , shouldst move As a light breeze of heaven , through summer - bowers , And not o'er foaming billows ... Hast thou some secret woe That thus thou speak'st ? XIMENA . What sorrow should be mine , Unknown to thee ? ELMINA ...
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... thy brow hath caught A wild and high expression , which at times Fades unto desolate calmness , most unlike What youth's bright mien should wear . My gentle child ! I look on thee in fear ! XIMENA . Thou hast no cause To fear for me ...
... thy brow hath caught A wild and high expression , which at times Fades unto desolate calmness , most unlike What youth's bright mien should wear . My gentle child ! I look on thee in fear ! XIMENA . Thou hast no cause To fear for me ...
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... thy hands , And , to that Heaven , which arms the brave with strength , Pray , that the father of thy sons may ne'er Be thus found wanting ! ELMINA . Then their doom is seal❜d ! Thou wilt not save thy children ? GONZALEZ . Hast thou ...
... thy hands , And , to that Heaven , which arms the brave with strength , Pray , that the father of thy sons may ne'er Be thus found wanting ! ELMINA . Then their doom is seal❜d ! Thou wilt not save thy children ? GONZALEZ . Hast thou ...
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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...