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Amid heaps Of mountain wreck , on either side thrown high , The wide - spread
traces of its wintry might , The tortuous channel wound ; o'er beds of sand Here
silently it flows ; here , from the rock Rebutted , curls and eddies ; plunges here ...
Amid heaps Of mountain wreck , on either side thrown high , The wide - spread
traces of its wintry might , The tortuous channel wound ; o'er beds of sand Here
silently it flows ; here , from the rock Rebutted , curls and eddies ; plunges here ...
Page 136
White lichens clothed The sides , save where the ivy spread , which bowered The
porch , and clustering round the pointed wall , Wherein two bells , each open to
the wind , Hung side by side , threaded with hairy shoots The double nich ; and ...
White lichens clothed The sides , save where the ivy spread , which bowered The
porch , and clustering round the pointed wall , Wherein two bells , each open to
the wind , Hung side by side , threaded with hairy shoots The double nich ; and ...
Page 150
That in one grave with Christian ceremonies Ye lay them side by side . In Heaven
I ween They are met through mercy : .. ill befall the man Who should in death
divide them ! ... Then he turned His speech to Pedro in an under voice ; The King
...
That in one grave with Christian ceremonies Ye lay them side by side . In Heaven
I ween They are met through mercy : .. ill befall the man Who should in death
divide them ! ... Then he turned His speech to Pedro in an under voice ; The King
...
Page 156
Of Julian's army in that hour support Their old esteem ; and well Count Pedro
there Enhanced his former praise ; and by his side , Rejoicing like a bridegroom
in the strife , Alphonso through the host of infidels Bore on his bloody lance
dismay ...
Of Julian's army in that hour support Their old esteem ; and well Count Pedro
there Enhanced his former praise ; and by his side , Rejoicing like a bridegroom
in the strife , Alphonso through the host of infidels Bore on his bloody lance
dismay ...
Page 210
In the front , or that side which fronts the body of the church , it has the twelve
apostles in more than half relief , and on the sides there are histories of Our Lady
in the same silver - work . On the flat part of the cover there is a large crucifix ...
In the front , or that side which fronts the body of the church , it has the twelve
apostles in more than half relief , and on the sides there are histories of Our Lady
in the same silver - work . On the flat part of the cover there is a large crucifix ...
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Page 237 - O who could tell what deeds were wrought that day, Or who endure to hear the tale of rage, Hatred, and madness, and despair, and fear, Horror, and wounds, and agony, and death, The cries, the blasphemies, the shrieks, and groans, And prayers, which mingled with the din of arms In one wild uproar of terrific sounds...
Page 108 - And deemed the deep opake would blot her beams; But, melting like a wreath of snow, it hangs In folds of wavy silver round, and clothes The orb with richer beauties than her own, Then passing, leaves her in her light serene.
Page 10 - Rests on the hills ; and, oh ! how awfully Into that deep and tranquil firmament The summits of Auseva rise serene ! The watchman on the battlements partakes The stillness of the solemn hour ; he feels The silence of the earth, the endless sound Of flowing water soothes him, and the stars — Which in that brightest moonlight well-nigh...
Page 10 - Which in that brightest moon-light well-nigh quenched, Scarce visible, as in the utmost depth Of yonder sapphire infinite, are seen, Draw on with elevating influence Toward eternity the attempered mind. Musing on worlds beyond the grave he stands, And to the Virgin Mother silently Breathes forth her hymn of praise.
Page 163 - Blind that I was to know him not till now ! My Master, O my Master! He meantime With easy pace moved on to meet their march. King...
Page 9 - How calmly, gliding through the dark-blue sky, The midnight Moon ascends ! Her placid beams, Through thinly scattered leaves and boughs grotesque, Mottle with mazy shades the orchard slope : Here, o'er the chestnut's fretted foliage, gray And massy, motionless they spread ; here shine Upon the crags, deepening with blacker night Their chasms ; and there the glittering argentry Ripples and glances on the confluent streams.
Page 163 - Before Saint Peter's altar ; unto him Grace was vouchsafed ; and by that holy power Which at Visonia from the Primate's hand Of his own proper act to me was given, Unworthy as I am, . . yet sure I think Not without mystery, as the event hath shown, . . Did I accept Count Julian's penitence, And reconcile the dying man to Heaven.
Page 127 - Nor did the Moors perceive in what a strait They entered ; for the morn had risen o'ercast, And when the Sunhadreached the height of heaven, Dimly his pale and beamless orb was seen Moving through mist. A soft and gentle rain, Scarce heavier than the summer's evening dew, Descended, . . through so still an atmosphere, That every leaf upon the moveless trees Was studded o'er with rain-drops, bright and full, None falling till from its own weight o'erswoln The motion came. Low on the mountain side...
Page 164 - Thus disarray'd as thou beholdest me, Clean through yon miscreant army have I cut My way unhurt ; but being once by Heaven Preserved, I would not perish with the guilt Of having wilfully provoked my death. Give me thy helmet and thy cuirass ! . . nay, . . Thou wert not wont to let me ask in vain, Nor to gainsay me when my will was known ! To thee methinks I should be still the King.
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| Title | The Poetical Works of Robert Southey, Esq. ...: Roderick, the last of the Goths Southey's poetical works Volume 10 of The Poetical Works of Robert Southey, Esq, Robert Southey |
| Author | Robert Southey |
| Publisher | Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 12 Dec 2006 |
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