The Abencerrage : Canto II. (Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems)
Fair land! of chivalry the old domain,Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain!Though not for thee with classic shores ...
Fair land! of chivalry the old domain,Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain!Though not for thee with classic shores ...
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;And with the murmur of thy ...
LAND of departed fame! whose classic plains Have proudly echo'd to immortal strains; Whose hallow'd soil hath given the great ...
Heroes of elder days! untaught to yield,Who bled for Spain on many an ancient field;Ye, that around the oaken cross ...
'Midst Tivoli's luxuriant glades,Bright-foaming falls, and olive shades,Where dwelt, in days departed long,The sons of battle and of song,No tree, ...
'Among many nations was there no King like him.' -Nehemiah, xiii, 26. 'Know ye not that there is a ...
Hast thou a scene that is not spreadWith records of thy glory fled?A monument that doth not tellThe tale of ...
…….."This is to be a mortal,And seek the things beyond mortality!" ~ Manfred.Thy voice prevails — dear friend, my gentle ...
And is not love in vain, Torture enough without a living tomb? ...
No cloud to dim the splendour of the dayWhich breaks o'er Naples and her lovely bay,And lights that brilliant sea ...
Fear! I'm a Greek, and how should I fear death?A slave, and wherefore should I dread my freedom?I will not ...
……………….SometimesThe young forgot the lessons they had learnt,And lov'd when they should hate, like thee, Imelda! ~ Italy, a PoemPassa ...
She knelt in prayer. A stream of sunset fellThro' the stain'd window of her lonely cell,And with its rich, deep, ...
The Troubadour o'er many a plainHath roamed unwearied, but in vain.O'er many a rugged mountain-scene And forest wild his track ...
Jeanne d'Arc avait eu la joie de voir ࠃhalons quelques amis de son enfance. Une joie plus ineffable encore l'attendait ...
There is but one place in the world:-Thither where he lies buried! ...
Thou see'st her pictured with her shining hair, (Famed were those tresses in Provencal song,)Half braided, half o'er cheek and ...
To die for what we love! Oh! there is powerIn the true heart, and pride, and joy, for this;It is ...
Fall'n was the House of Giafar; and its name,The high romantic name of Barmecide,A sound forbidden on its own bright ...
My child, my child, thou leav'st me!??"I shall hearThe gentle voice no more that blest mine earWith its first utterance; ...
A sound of music, from amidst the hills,Came suddenly, and died; a fitful soundOf mirth, soon lost in wail.??"Again it ...
A WAIL was heard around the bed, the death-bed of the young,Amidst her tears the Funeral Chant a mournful mother ...
Wildly and mournfully the Indian drum On the deep hush of moonlight forests broke;"Sing us a death-song, for thine hour ...
Thou'rt gone!–thou'rt slumb'ring low, With the sounding seas above thee; It is but a restless wo, But a ...
Rest pilgrim, rest!—thou'rt from the Syrian land,Thou'rt from the wild and wondrous east, I knowBy the long-withered palm-branch in thy ...
Ring, joyous chords!—ring out again!A swifter still, and a wilder strain!They are here—the fair face and the careless heart,And stars ...
He sat in silence on the ground, The old and haughty Czar;Lonely, tho' princes girt him round, And leaders of ...
Go to the forest-shade, Seek thou the well-known glade,Where, heavy with sweet dew, the violets lie, ...
Yes! I have seen the ancient oak On the dark deep water cast, And it was ...
She sat, where on each wind that sigh'd, The citron's breath went by,While the red gold of eventide Burn'd in ...
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