Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volume 1Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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... hear The trumpet's blast unstartled , and to look In the fix'd face of Death without dismay ? ELMINA . Woe ! woe ! that aught so gentle and so young Should thus be call'd to stand i ' the tempest's path , And bear the token and the hue ...
... hear The trumpet's blast unstartled , and to look In the fix'd face of Death without dismay ? ELMINA . Woe ! woe ! that aught so gentle and so young Should thus be call'd to stand i ' the tempest's path , And bear the token and the hue ...
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... hear No melting music now . ΧΙΜΕΝΑ . I know all high Heroic ditties of the elder time , Sung by the mountain - Christians , 1 in the holds Of th ' everlasting hills , whose snows yet bear The print of Freedom's step ; and all wild ...
... hear No melting music now . ΧΙΜΕΝΑ . I know all high Heroic ditties of the elder time , Sung by the mountain - Christians , 1 in the holds Of th ' everlasting hills , whose snows yet bear The print of Freedom's step ; and all wild ...
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... hear a whisper of despair ! For Nature is all - powerful , and her breath Moves like a quickening spirit o'er the depths Within a father's heart . - Thou too , Gonzalez , Wilt tell me there is hope ! GONZALEZ ( solemnly ) . Hope but in ...
... hear a whisper of despair ! For Nature is all - powerful , and her breath Moves like a quickening spirit o'er the depths Within a father's heart . - Thou too , Gonzalez , Wilt tell me there is hope ! GONZALEZ ( solemnly ) . Hope but in ...
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... hear the wild and melancholy winds Moan through their drooping banners , never more To wave above your race . Ay , then call up Shadows - dim phantoms from ancestral tombs , But all - all glorious - conquerors , chieftains , kings— To ...
... hear the wild and melancholy winds Moan through their drooping banners , never more To wave above your race . Ay , then call up Shadows - dim phantoms from ancestral tombs , But all - all glorious - conquerors , chieftains , kings— To ...
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... hear At midnight from the walls ? —Were ' t but the deep Barbaric horn , or Moorish tambour's peal , Thence might the warrior's heart catch impulses , Quickening its fiery currents . But our ears Are pierced by other tones . We hear the ...
... hear At midnight from the walls ? —Were ' t but the deep Barbaric horn , or Moorish tambour's peal , Thence might the warrior's heart catch impulses , Quickening its fiery currents . But our ears Are pierced by other tones . We hear the ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...