Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volum 1Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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Pàgina 17
... faith . - My wife , my child ! Hath earth no treasures richer than the gems Torn from her secret caverns ? -If by them Chains may be riven , then let the captive spring Rejoicing to the light ! -But he , for whom . Freedom and life may ...
... faith . - My wife , my child ! Hath earth no treasures richer than the gems Torn from her secret caverns ? -If by them Chains may be riven , then let the captive spring Rejoicing to the light ! -But he , for whom . Freedom and life may ...
Pàgina 19
... faith and honour , lift thy hands , And , to that Heaven , which arms the brave with strength , Pray , that the father of thy sons may ne'er Be thus found wanting ! ELMINA . Then their doom is seal❜d ! Thou wilt not save thy children ...
... faith and honour , lift thy hands , And , to that Heaven , which arms the brave with strength , Pray , that the father of thy sons may ne'er Be thus found wanting ! ELMINA . Then their doom is seal❜d ! Thou wilt not save thy children ...
Pàgina 20
... faith , I bound myself , With an unswerving spirit to maintain This free and christian city for my God , And for my king , a writing traced on sand ? That passionate tears should wash it from the earth , Or e'en the life - drops of a ...
... faith , I bound myself , With an unswerving spirit to maintain This free and christian city for my God , And for my king , a writing traced on sand ? That passionate tears should wash it from the earth , Or e'en the life - drops of a ...
Pàgina 21
... faith From its high place of sunbeams , for the Moor In impious joy to trample ! ELMINA . Scorn me not In mine extreme of misery ! -Thou art strong- Thy heart is not as mine . - My brain grows wild ; I know not what I ask ! —And yet ...
... faith From its high place of sunbeams , for the Moor In impious joy to trample ! ELMINA . Scorn me not In mine extreme of misery ! -Thou art strong- Thy heart is not as mine . - My brain grows wild ; I know not what I ask ! —And yet ...
Pàgina 24
... faith , and generous constancy , Ev'n as a breastplate . - Ay , men look on her , As she goes forth serenely to her tasks , Binding the warrior's wounds , and bearing fresh Cool draughts to fever'd lips ; they look on her , Thus moving ...
... faith , and generous constancy , Ev'n as a breastplate . - Ay , men look on her , As she goes forth serenely to her tasks , Binding the warrior's wounds , and bearing fresh Cool draughts to fever'd lips ; they look on her , Thus moving ...
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Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volum 2 Mrs. Hemans Visualització completa - 1827 |
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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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...