The league of the Alps, The siege of Valencia, The vespers of Palermo, and other poemsHilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins, 1826 |
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... unto Slumber's reign . But thoughts were stirring , restless and sublime , And o'er his white Alps mov'd the Spirit of the clime . III . For there , where snows , in crowning glory spread , High and unmark'd by mortal footstep lay ; And ...
... unto Slumber's reign . But thoughts were stirring , restless and sublime , And o'er his white Alps mov'd the Spirit of the clime . III . For there , where snows , in crowning glory spread , High and unmark'd by mortal footstep lay ; And ...
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... unto Heaven a glad , yet thoughtful eye , And set his free step firmer on the ground , When o'er his soul its melodies went by , As through some Alpine pass , a breeze of Italy . XVIII . But who was he , that on his LEAGUE OF THE ALPS . 13.
... unto Heaven a glad , yet thoughtful eye , And set his free step firmer on the ground , When o'er his soul its melodies went by , As through some Alpine pass , a breeze of Italy . XVIII . But who was he , that on his LEAGUE OF THE ALPS . 13.
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... Unto the Temple - service ; -by the hand She led him , and her silent soul , the while , Oft as the dewy laughter of his eye Met her sweet serious glance , rejoic'd to think That aught so pure , so beautiful , was hers , To bring before ...
... Unto the Temple - service ; -by the hand She led him , and her silent soul , the while , Oft as the dewy laughter of his eye Met her sweet serious glance , rejoic'd to think That aught so pure , so beautiful , was hers , To bring before ...
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... unto him With all its whispering leaves ? Each dell and glade Teem'd with such forms as on the moss - clad brim Of fountains , in their sparry grottoes , play'd , Seen by the Greek of yore through twilight dim , Or misty noontide in the ...
... unto him With all its whispering leaves ? Each dell and glade Teem'd with such forms as on the moss - clad brim Of fountains , in their sparry grottoes , play'd , Seen by the Greek of yore through twilight dim , Or misty noontide in the ...
Sida 92
... unto him , the bard , the worn and wild , And sick with hope deferr'd , from whom the sky , With all its clouds in burning glory pil'd , Had been shut out by long captivity ; Such , freedom was to Tasso . - As a child Is to the mother ...
... unto him , the bard , the worn and wild , And sick with hope deferr'd , from whom the sky , With all its clouds in burning glory pil'd , Had been shut out by long captivity ; Such , freedom was to Tasso . - As a child Is to the mother ...
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The league of the Alps, The siege of Valencia, The vespers of Palermo, and ... Mrs. Hemans Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1826 |
The league of the Alps, The siege of Valencia, The vespers of Palermo, and ... Mrs. Hemans Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1826 |
The league of the Alps, The siege of Valencia, The vespers of Palermo, and ... Mrs. Hemans Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1826 |
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ABDULLAH ALPHONSO ANSELMO arms art thou aught banner bear beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blood brave breast breath bright brow burst call'd Castile CITIZEN clouds Conradin CONSTANCE Couci dark dead death deep doth dreams e'en earth ELMINA ERIBERT Ev'n Exeunt Exit fair father fearful flowers gaze glorious glory gone GONZALEZ grave grief GUIDO hast thou hath hear heard heart Heaven HERNANDEZ hope hour hush'd land light lone look look'd midst MONTALBA Moorish ne'er night noble o'er pale Palermo pass'd pour'd PROCIDA proud Provençal RAIMOND rest Roncesvalles round SCENE scorn seem'd shalt shouldst shrink SICILIANS Sicily silent sleep smile song soul sound Spain speak spirit strong sweet sword tell thee thine things thou art Thou hast Thou wouldst thought trumpets Twas unto Valencia VITTORIA voice warrior wave wild wilt winds wouldst thou XIMENA youth ΧΙΜΕΝΑ
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Sida 83 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Sida 27 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Sida 130 - Say, father! say If yet my task is done ? " He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. " Speak, father ! " once again he cried, " If I may yet be gone," And " — but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Sida 25 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Sida 58 - His dark eye flashed, his proud breast heaved, his cheek's hue came and went; He reached that gray-haired chieftain's side, and there, dismounting, bent; A lowly knee to earth he bent, his father's hand he took — What was there in its touch that all his fiery spirit shook ? That hand was cold — a frozen thing — it dropped from his like lead!
Sida 131 - With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing which perished there Was that young faithful heart...
Sida 130 - And shouted but once more aloud, "My Father! must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way.
Sida 84 - Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest — Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest.
Sida 101 - And the raised eye of childhood shine in love. Or where the shadows of dark solemn yews Brood silently o'er some lone burial-ground, Thy verse hath power that brightly might diffuse A breath, a kindling, as of spring, around, From its own glow of hope and courage high, And steadfast faith's victorious constancy. True bard and holy ! — thou art e'en as one Who, by some secret gift of soul or eye, In every spot beneath the smiling sun, Sees where the springs of living waters lie — . Unseen awhile...
Sida 138 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest; with, such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...