The Abencerrage : Canto I. (Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems)
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;And with the murmur of thy ...
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;And with the murmur of thy ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
I looked far in the future; down the dimEcholess avenue of silent years,And through the cold grey haze of Time ...
FRIEND of old days, of suffering, storm, and strife, Patient and kind through many a wild appeal; In the arena ...
Jehovah reigns: let every nation hear,And at his footstool bow with holy fear;Let heaven's high arches echo with his name,And ...
FIG-TREES, weird fig-treesMade of thick smooth silver,Made of sweet, untarnished silver in the sea-southern air--I say untarnished, but I mean ...
BENEATH my window, as each morning dawns,You like a wandering ghost go flitting by, And on your beauteous virgin head ...
God grant that we shall never see Our country slave to lust and greed;God grant that here all men shall ...
Throw open, once again, The portals of the tomb;And give, among the glorious dead, Another hero room!Unclose your shadowy ranks, ...
HER glance is equable, serene;She looks at life with level brow;She strides through circumstance - a queen!To compromise she cannot ...
Did I follow Truth wherever she led,And stand against the whole world for a cause,And uphold the weak against the ...
His greatness hath not left him; till the years Have won the nation from her children dead, And robbed ...
She lies, a grave disdain all her defence, Too imperturbable for scorn. She hears Only the murmur of the flowing ...
Although I dare to sayMy heart untarnished is from day to day,'Tis not, O Love, that any strength of mineHas ...
O, a beautiful thing is the flower that fadeth, And perishing, smiles on the chill autumn wind;A sweet desolation its ...
Of nearness to her sundered Things The Soul has special times -- When Dimness -- looks the Oddity -- Distinctness ...
O all the little rivers that run to Hudson's Bay, They call me and call me to follow them away. ...
Within the circuit of this plodding life There enter moments of an azure hue, Untarnished fair as is the violet ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
Did I follow Truth wherever she led, And stand against the whole world for a cause, And uphold the weak ...
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