The Poetical Work of Mrs. Felicia Hemans: The siege of ValenciaEvert Duyckinck, 1828 |
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Sida 14
... 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 the gloomy Roncesvalles ' Strait I saw and mark'd him well ; For nobly on his steed he ...
... 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 the gloomy Roncesvalles ' Strait I saw and mark'd him well ; For nobly on his steed he ...
Sida 16
... proud duties claim . Elmina . GONZALEZ enters . My noble lord ! Welcome from this day's toil ! -It is the hour Whose shadows , as they deepen , bring repose Unto all wear men ; and wilt not thou Free thy mail'd bosom from the corslet's ...
... proud duties claim . Elmina . GONZALEZ enters . My noble lord ! Welcome from this day's toil ! -It is the hour Whose shadows , as they deepen , bring repose Unto all wear men ; and wilt not thou Free thy mail'd bosom from the corslet's ...
Sida 17
... proud career unshackled , dashing down Tears and fond thoughts to earth ; give voice to those ! I have need of such , Ximena ! we must hear No melting music now . Ximena . I know all high Heroic ditties of the elder time , Sung by the ...
... proud career unshackled , dashing down Tears and fond thoughts to earth ; give voice to those ! I have need of such , Ximena ! we must hear No melting music now . Ximena . I know all high Heroic ditties of the elder time , Sung by the ...
Sida 19
... proudly die ! Elmina . Gonzalez , who must die ? Gonzalez ( hurriedly ) . They on whose lives a fearful price is set , But to be paid by treason ! -Is't enough ? Or must I yet seek words ? Elmina . Thou canst not mean - Gonzalez . That ...
... proudly die ! Elmina . Gonzalez , who must die ? Gonzalez ( hurriedly ) . They on whose lives a fearful price is set , But to be paid by treason ! -Is't enough ? Or must I yet seek words ? Elmina . Thou canst not mean - Gonzalez . That ...
Sida 20
... proud battle - fields , thy sires and mine , Died not for this ! Elmina . Oh , cold and hard of heart ! Thou shouldst be born for empire , since thy soul Thus lightly from all human bonds can free Its haughty flight ! -Men ! men ! too ...
... proud battle - fields , thy sires and mine , Died not for this ! Elmina . Oh , cold and hard of heart ! Thou shouldst be born for empire , since thy soul Thus lightly from all human bonds can free Its haughty flight ! -Men ! men ! too ...
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Abdullah Alphonso Anselmo arms art thou aught banner bear beneath blood brave breast breath bright brow burst call'd Castile Citizen clouds Conradin Constance Couci dark dead death deep didst doth dread dreams E'en earth Elmina Eribert Ev'n Exeunt Exit fair fair brow faith father fearful Garcias gaze glory Gonzalez grave grief Guido guilt hast thou hath hear heard Heaven Hernandez hope hour hush'd know'st land light live look look'd mantle midst Montalba Moorish ne'er night noble o'er pale pass'd pour'd Procida proud Provençal Raimond rest Roncesvalles round SCENE scorn seem'd shadows Sicilian Sicily silence sleep smile soul sound Spain speak spirit storm strong sweet sword tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thy heart Tizona Twas Twill unto Valencia Vittoria voice warriors wave wild wilt winds wouldst thou Ximena young youth
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Sida 77 - E'en while with us 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 216 - What a spell Was in those notes, with day's last glory dying On the flush'd waters — seem'd they not to swell From the far dust, wherein my sires were lying With crucifix and sword ? — Oh ! yet how clear Comes their reproachful sweetness to mine ear ! "Ora...
Sida 24 - Had learned soft utterance ; pressed your lip to his, When fever parched it ; hushed his wayward cries, With patient, vigilant, never-wearied love ! No ! these are woman's tasks...
Sida 24 - There is none, In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart — It is but pride, wherewith To his fair son the father's eye doth turn, Watching his growth.