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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... lives for the defence of their injured liberty . They then calmly agreed on their future proceedings , and for the present , each returned to his hamlet . " - Planta's History of the Helvetic Confederacy . On the first day of the year ...
... lives for the defence of their injured liberty . They then calmly agreed on their future proceedings , and for the present , each returned to his hamlet . " - Planta's History of the Helvetic Confederacy . On the first day of the year ...
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... live a gaudy and dishonor'd thing , Sharing in guilt the splendors of a king . Her lord , in very weariness of life , Girt on his sword for scenes of distant strife ; He reck'd no more of glory - grief and shame Crush'd out his fiery ...
... live a gaudy and dishonor'd thing , Sharing in guilt the splendors of a king . Her lord , in very weariness of life , Girt on his sword for scenes of distant strife ; He reck'd no more of glory - grief and shame Crush'd out his fiery ...
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... live in the mountain - pines , The sighing of reeds as the day declines , The wings flitting home through the crimson glow That steeps the woods when the sun is low , The voice of the night - bird that sends a thrill To the heart of the ...
... live in the mountain - pines , The sighing of reeds as the day declines , The wings flitting home through the crimson glow That steeps the woods when the sun is low , The voice of the night - bird that sends a thrill To the heart of the ...
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... lives ye were , And in your early deaths divided not . Thou hast thine oak , thy trophy - what hath she ? -Her own blest place by thee ! It was thy spirit , brother ! which had made The bright world glorious to her thoughtful eye ...
... lives ye were , And in your early deaths divided not . Thou hast thine oak , thy trophy - what hath she ? -Her own blest place by thee ! It was thy spirit , brother ! which had made The bright world glorious to her thoughtful eye ...
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... live , if that , too dearly bought , And made too precious by long hopes and fears , Remains our own - love , darken'd and o'erwrought By memory of privation , love , which wears And casts o'er life a troubled hue of thought , THE ...
... live , if that , too dearly bought , And made too precious by long hopes and fears , Remains our own - love , darken'd and o'erwrought By memory of privation , love , which wears And casts o'er life a troubled hue of thought , THE ...
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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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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...