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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... 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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... 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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... are my children ? GONZALEZ . In the Moorish camp Whose lines have girt the city . ΧΙΜΕΝΑ . -All is not lost , my mother ! But they live ? ELMINA . Say , they live . Elmina , still they live . GONZALEZ . ELMINA . SIEGE OF VALENCIA . 167.
... are my children ? GONZALEZ . In the Moorish camp Whose lines have girt the city . ΧΙΜΕΝΑ . -All is not lost , my mother ! But they live ? ELMINA . Say , they live . Elmina , still they live . GONZALEZ . ELMINA . SIEGE OF VALENCIA . 167.
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Mrs. Hemans Andrews Norton. Elmina , still they live . GONZALEZ . ELMINA . But captives ! They Whom my fond heart had imaged to itself Bounding from cliff to cliff amidst the wilds Where the rock - eagle seem'd not more secure In its ...
Mrs. Hemans Andrews Norton. Elmina , still they live . GONZALEZ . ELMINA . But captives ! They Whom my fond heart had imaged to itself Bounding from cliff to cliff amidst the wilds Where the rock - eagle seem'd not more secure In its ...
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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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