Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volym 1Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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... wild wood - paths . XIMENA . I would not but have shared These hours of woe and peril , though the deep And solemn feelings wakening at their voice , Claim all the wrought - up spirit to themselves , And will not blend with mirth . The ...
... wild wood - paths . XIMENA . I would not but have shared These hours of woe and peril , though the deep And solemn feelings wakening at their voice , Claim all the wrought - up spirit to themselves , And will not blend with mirth . The ...
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Mrs. Hemans. All floating whispery sound , all bird - notes wild O ' th ' summer forest , filling earth and heaven With its own awful music . - And ' tis well ! Should not a hero's child be train'd to hear The trumpet's blast unstartled ...
Mrs. Hemans. All floating whispery sound , all bird - notes wild O ' th ' summer forest , filling earth and heaven With its own awful music . - And ' tis well ! Should not a hero's child be train'd to hear The trumpet's blast unstartled ...
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... 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 . When the wild clash of ...
... 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 . When the wild clash of ...
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... wild strains Wherein the dark serranos * teach the rocks And the pine forests deeply to resound The praise of later champions . Wouldst thou hear The war - song of thine ancestor , the Cid ? GONZALEZ . Ay , speak of him ; for in that ...
... wild strains Wherein the dark serranos * teach the rocks And the pine forests deeply to resound The praise of later champions . Wouldst thou hear The war - song of thine ancestor , the Cid ? GONZALEZ . Ay , speak of him ; for in that ...
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... wilds Where the rock - eagle seem'd not more secure In its rejoicing freedom ! —And my boys Are captives with the Moor ! -Oh ! how was this ? GONZALEZ . Alas ! our brave Alphonso , in the pride Of boyish daring , left our mountain ...
... wilds Where the rock - eagle seem'd not more secure In its rejoicing freedom ! —And my boys Are captives with the Moor ! -Oh ! how was this ? GONZALEZ . Alas ! our brave Alphonso , in the pride Of boyish daring , left our mountain ...
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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...