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 ...
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, ...
…….."This is to be a mortal,And seek the things beyond mortality!" ~ Manfred.Thy voice prevails — dear friend, my gentle ...
I thought I had forever lost, Alas, though still so young, The tender joys and sorrows all, That ...
September: 1643Sweet air and fresh; glades yet unsear'd by handOf Midas-finger'd Autumn, massy-green;Bird-haunted nooks between,Where feathery ferns, a fairy palmglove, ...
Mean time the Pagan deities, displeas'd To find the public storms so soon appeas'd, Studious attempt by new malicious ways, ...
The theme of the traditional poet Was not of life. In the barren expanse of his imagination He conversed with ...
STROPHE IV Though Zeus plan all things right, Yet is his heart's desire full hard to trace; ...
And slight, withal, may be the things which bringBack on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ...
AS Henry, with the maid he loved,The garden's mazy circles moved,With contemplative eye survey'dThe flow'rs in summer pride array'd; Their ...
Crown her with stars, this angel of our planet, Cover her with morning, this thing of pure delight,Mantle her with ...
849-9011The fair-hair'd boy is at his mother's knee, A many-colour'd page before them spread, Gay summer harvest-field of gold and ...
Behind my father's cottage liesA gentle grassy heightUp which I often ran—to gazeBack with a wondering sight,For then the chimneys ...
A cluster of daffodils-Blooming at the corner of my shabby roomThe pure and delicate appearance gives off endless serenityAnd strokes ...
Crown we our heroes with a holier wreathThan man e'er wore upon this side of death;Mix with their laurels deathless ...
There is a playwright older than the years,Who maketh all men actors in his play,And, though they know not what ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
she is so intense in her fear: her nostrils quiver at the scent of society's danger; caught in the glare ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
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