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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... fearfully and darkly hung , Or put out some bright spark , whose ray should burn To point the way a thousand rocks among- Or break some subtle chain , which none discern , Though binding down the terrible , the strong , Th ' o ...
... fearfully and darkly hung , Or put out some bright spark , whose ray should burn To point the way a thousand rocks among- Or break some subtle chain , which none discern , Though binding down the terrible , the strong , Th ' o ...
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... fearful hour , The skies might well grow dim , When this mortality had power So to o'ershadow Him ! That He who gave man's breath might know , The very depths of human woe . He knew them all - the doubt , the strife , The faint ...
... fearful hour , The skies might well grow dim , When this mortality had power So to o'ershadow Him ! That He who gave man's breath might know , The very depths of human woe . He knew them all - the doubt , the strife , The faint ...
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... fearful vision , fraught With all that lay between ; The Arab's lance , the desert's gloom , The whirling sands , the red simoom ! Where was the glow of power and pride ? The spirit born to roam ? His weary heart within him died With ...
... fearful vision , fraught With all that lay between ; The Arab's lance , the desert's gloom , The whirling sands , the red simoom ! Where was the glow of power and pride ? The spirit born to roam ? His weary heart within him died With ...
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... fearful price is set , But to be paid by treason ! -Is ' t enough ? Or must I yet seek words ? ELMINA . That look saith more ! Thou canst not mean- GONZALEZ . I do ! why dwells there not Power in a glance to speak it ? —They must die ...
... fearful price is set , But to be paid by treason ! -Is ' t enough ? Or must I yet seek words ? ELMINA . That look saith more ! Thou canst not mean- GONZALEZ . I do ! why dwells there not Power in a glance to speak it ? —They must die ...
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... fearful strength ? —I must be heard ! Give me my sons ! GONZALEZ . That they may live to hide With covering hands th ' indignant flush of shame On their young brows , when men shall speak of him They call'd their father ! —Was the oath ...
... fearful strength ? —I must be heard ! Give me my sons ! GONZALEZ . That they may live to hide With covering hands th ' indignant flush of shame On their young brows , when men shall speak of him They call'd their father ! —Was the oath ...
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ABDULLAH agony ALPHONSO ANSELMO art thou aught banner bear beneath blood brave breast breath breeze bright brow call'd Castile clouds Conradin CONSTANCE dark dead death deep doth dreams e'en earth ELMINA ERIBERT Ev'n fair father fear flowers GARCIAS glorious glory gone GONZALEZ grave GUIDO hast thou hath hear heard Heaven HERNANDEZ hills hope hour know'st land light lone look look'd midst mighty MONTALBA Moorish Mozambic ne'er night noble o'er pale pass'd PEASANT pour'd PROCIDA proud Provençal RAIMOND rest Roncesvalles SCENE scorn seem'd shadow SICILIANS Sicily silent singing bee sleep smile song sons soul sound speak spirit storm strong sunny brow sweet sword tell thee thine things thou art Thou hast Thou wouldst thought thy heart unto Valencia VITTORIA voice warriors wave wild WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR winds wouldst thou XIMENA young youth ΧΙΜΕΝΑ
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Page 26 - 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 130 - Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form. The flames rolled on. He would not go Without his father's word ; That father, faint in death below, His voice no longer heard. He call'd aloud : — " 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,
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 59 - 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 the falchion from his side, and in the dust sat down.
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 178 - 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 56 - I bring thee here my fortress keys, I bring my captive train, I pledge thee faith, my liege, my lord! — oh, break my father's chain!" BERNARDO DEL CARPIO. 59 " Rise, rise ! even now thy father comes, a ransom'd man this day ; Mount thy good horse, and thou and I will meet him on his way.