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 ...
'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 ...
Fear! I'm a Greek, and how should I fear death?A slave, and wherefore should I dread my freedom?I will not ...
What deep wounds ever clos'd without a scar?The heart's bleed longest, and but heal to wearThat which disfigures it. ...
She knelt in prayer. A stream of sunset fellThro' the stain'd window of her lonely cell,And with its rich, deep, ...
Nor look nor tone revealeth aughtSave woman's quietness of thought;And yet around her is a lightOf inward majesty and might. ...
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 ...
Jeanne d'Arc avait eu la joie de voir ࠃhalons quelques amis de son enfance. Une joie plus ineffable encore l'attendait ...
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 ...
Wildly and mournfully the Indian drum On the deep hush of moonlight forests broke;"Sing us a death-song, for thine hour ...
There was music on the midnight;From a royal fane it roll'd,And a mighty bell, each pause between,Sternly and slowly toll'd.Strange ...
Yes! I have seen the ancient oak On the dark deep water cast, And it was ...
The Kaiser feasted in his hall, The red wine mantled high;Banners were trembling on the wall, To the peals of ...
Dark lowers our fate,And terrible the storm that gathers o'er us;But nothing, till that latest agonyWhich severs thee from nature, ...
It wav'd not thro' an Eastern sky,Beside a fount of Araby;It was not fann'd by southern breezeIn some green isle ...
Where hath not a woman stood, Strong in affection's might? a reed, upborne By an o'er mastering current! ...
Thy rest was deep at the slumberer's hour If thou didst not hear the blastOf the savage horn, from ...
My father's house once more,In its own moonlight beauty! yet around,Something, amidst the dewy calm profound,Broods, never marked before!Is it ...
Go forth, for she is gone!With the golden light of her wavy hair,She is gone to the fields of the ...
Birds, joyous birds of the wandering wing!Whence is it ye come with the flowers of spring?–"We come from the shores ...
Thou sleepest but when wilt thou wake, fair child?When the fawn awakes in the forest wild?When the lark's wing mounts ...
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