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 ...
'Among many nations was there no King like him.' -Nehemiah, xiii, 26. 'Know ye not that there is a ...
Voice of the gifted elder time!Voice of the charm and the Runic rhyme!Speak! from the shades and the depths disclose,How ...
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 ...
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 ...
Jeanne d'Arc avait eu la joie de voir ࠃhalons quelques amis de son enfance. Une joie plus ineffable encore l'attendait ...
Oh! enter not yon shadowy cave, Seek not the bright spars there,Though the whispering pines that o'er it wave, ...
A sound of woe in Salem! — mournful criesRose from her dwellings — youthful cheeks were pale,Tears flowing fast from ...
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 ...
She sat, where on each wind that sigh'd, The citron's breath went by,While the red gold of eventide Burn'd in ...
Come near!—ere yet the dustSoil the bright paleness of the settled brow,Look on your brother, and embrace him now, ...
I made a mountain-brook my guide Thro' a wild Spanish glen,And wandered, on its grassy side, Far from the homes ...
Look on the white Alps round! If yet they gird a land Where freedom's voice and ...
Thou shalt lie downWith patriarchs of the infant world with kings,The powerful of the earth the wise the good,Fair forms, ...
What hid'st thou in thy treasure-caves and cells?Thou hollow-sounding and mysterious main!—Pale glistening pearls, and rainbow-colour'd shells,Bright things which gleam ...
Fount of the woods! thou art hid no more,From Heaven's clear eye, as in time of yore!For the roof hath ...
I LAY on that rock where the storms have their dwelling, The birthplace of phantoms, the home of the ...
GO! trace th' unnumbered streams, o'er earth That wind their devious course, That draw from Alpine heights their birth, Deep ...
OH! blest art thou, whose steps may roveThrough the green paths of vale and grove,Or, leaving all their charms below, ...
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