The League of the Alps: The Seige of Valencia, The Vespers of Palermo, and Other PoemsHilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins, 1826 - 480 pages |
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... bear the spoiler one more tone of pride . Bear it , where on his battle - plain , Beneath the setting sun , He counts my country's noble slain- Say to him - Saxon ! think not all is won . Thou hast laid low the warrior's head , The ...
... bear the spoiler one more tone of pride . Bear it , where on his battle - plain , Beneath the setting sun , He counts my country's noble slain- Say to him - Saxon ! think not all is won . Thou hast laid low the warrior's head , The ...
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... the mountains stand , Yet sweeps the torrent's tide , And this is yet Aneurin's * land- Winds ! bear the spoiler one more tone of pride . * Aneurin , a celebrated ancient British bard . THE WRECK . ALL night the booming minute - gun.
... the mountains stand , Yet sweeps the torrent's tide , And this is yet Aneurin's * land- Winds ! bear the spoiler one more tone of pride . * Aneurin , a celebrated ancient British bard . THE WRECK . ALL night the booming minute - gun.
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... bear Those fragrant things , and fair- My hand no more may bind them up at eve ; Yet shall their odor soft One bright dream round me waft , Of life , youth , summer - all that I must leave ! The And oh ! if thou wouldst ask , Wherefore ...
... bear Those fragrant things , and fair- My hand no more may bind them up at eve ; Yet shall their odor soft One bright dream round me waft , Of life , youth , summer - all that I must leave ! The And oh ! if thou wouldst ask , Wherefore ...
Page 88
... him bending , As if to fold a world where none could die ! And who was he that look'd upon these things ? -If but of earth , yet one whose thoughts were wings To bear him o'er creation ! and whose mind Was 88 THE RELEASE OF TASSO .
... him bending , As if to fold a world where none could die ! And who was he that look'd upon these things ? -If but of earth , yet one whose thoughts were wings To bear him o'er creation ! and whose mind Was 88 THE RELEASE OF TASSO .
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... bear him o'er creation ! and whose mind Was as an air - harp , wakening to the sway Of sunny Nature's breathings unconfin'd , With all the mystic harmonies that lay Far in the slumber of its chords enshrin'd , Till the light breeze went ...
... bear him o'er creation ! and whose mind Was as an air - harp , wakening to the sway Of sunny Nature's breathings unconfin'd , With all the mystic harmonies that lay Far in the slumber of its chords enshrin'd , Till the light breeze went ...
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ABDULLAH ALPHONSO ANSELMO art thou aught banner bear beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blood bow'd brave breast breath breeze bright brow call'd CITIZEN clouds Conradin CONSTANCE dark dead death deep doth dreams e'en earth ELMINA ERIBERT Ev'n fair father fear flowers gentle glorious glory gone GONZALEZ grave hast thou hath hear heard Heaven HERNANDEZ hills holy hope hour hush'd joyous land light lone look look'd midst mighty MONTALBA mother Mozambic ne'er night noble o'er pale pass'd peasant pour'd PROCIDA proud Provençal RAIMOND rest Roncesvalles round scene shining SICILIANS Sicily silent singing bee sleep smile song soul sound Spain speak spirit storm streams strong sweet sword tell thee thine things thou art Thou hast Thou wouldst thought unto Valencia VITTORIA voice warriors wave wild WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR winds XIMENA young youth ΧΙΜΕΝΑ
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Page 11 - 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. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came ; Not with the roll of the stirring drums And the trumpet that sings of fame. Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear ; — They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Page 11 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came ; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame : Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear : They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free.
Page 11 - There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. 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.
Page 88 - And when the disciples saw him walking on the sea, they were troubled, saying, It is a spirit ; and they cried out for fear. 27 But straightway Jesus spake unto them, saying, Be of good cheer ; it is I ; be not afraid.
Page 11 - 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.
Page 110 - Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though child-like form.
Page 67 - 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!
Page 43 - ... low — and wept like childhood then, — Talk not of grief till thou hast seen the tears of warlike men ! — He thought on all his glorious hopes, and all his young renown, — He flung the falchion from his side, and in the dust sat down. Then covering with his steel-gloved hands his darkly mournful brow, '.'No more, there is no more," he said, "to lift the sword for now.
Page 43 - Father!" at length he murmured low — and wept like childhood then— Talk not of grief till thou hast seen the tears of warlike men ! — He thought on all his glorious hopes, and all his young renown — He flung his falchion from his side, and in the dust sat down. Then covering with his steel-gloved hands his darkly mournful brow,
Page 58 - The gentle girl, that bow'd her fair young head, When thou wert gone, in silent sorrow dying. Brother, true friend \ the tender and the brave — She pined to share thy grave. Fame was thy gift from others — but for her, To whom the wide...