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 ...
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 ...
Accurs?d to the Medes, as to himself, That fatal hour when,--mad with fiercest hate,-- His private wrong on one man ...
Sword of Common Sense! -Our surest gift: the sacred chainOf man to man: firm earth for trustIn structures vowed to ...
SOUND not the Horn!--the guarded relic keep: A faithful sharer of its master's sleep: His life it gladden'd--to his life ...
MY beautiful! my beautiful! that standest meekly by With thy proudly arched and glossy neck, and dark and fiery eye; ...
WILD rider of grey clouds, beneath whose breath The stars dissolve in mist, or rain, or sleet;Who chariotest the ...
AGAIN, again that thrilling strain! Voice of the Past, thine accents chain Time's alter'd, onward track; Lost hours are swelling ...
The almond tree,-the almond tree-how lovely is its bloom, It flourishes and fades away before the summer noon; Alas! it ...
From earth I seem to wing my flight,And sun myself in Heaven's pure light, When thy sweet gaze meets mineI ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
In a vision of the night I saw them, In the battles of the night. 'Mid the roar and the ...
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
THOU who hast slept all night upon the storm, Waking renew'd on thy prodigious pinions, (Burst the wild storm? above ...
From earth I seem to wing my flight, And sun myself in Heaven's pure light, When thy sweet gaze meets ...
Ho, a day Whereon we may up and away, With a fetterless wind that is out on the downs, And ...
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