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 ...
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 ...
And is not love in vain, Torture enough without a living tomb? ...
Courage was cast about her like a dressOf solemn comeliness,A gathered mind and an untroubled faceDid give her dangers grace. ...
'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, ...
Hast thou a scene that is not spreadWith records of thy glory fled?A monument that doth not tellThe tale of ...
…….."This is to be a mortal,And seek the things beyond mortality!" ~ Manfred.Thy voice prevails — dear friend, my gentle ...
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 ...
What deep wounds ever clos'd without a scar?The heart's bleed longest, and but heal to wearThat which disfigures it. ...
……………….SometimesThe young forgot the lessons they had learnt,And lov'd when they should hate, like thee, Imelda! ~ Italy, a PoemPassa ...
Tell me no more, no moreOf my soul's lofty gifts! Are they not vainTo quench its haunting thirst for happiness?Have ...
In Genoa, when the sunset gaveIts last warm purple to the wave,No sound of war, no voice of fear,Was heard, ...
Thy foes had girt thee with their dead array,O stately Alexandra! — yet the soundOf mirth and music, at the ...
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. ...
A youth went forth to exile, from a homeSuch as to early thought gives images,The longest treasur'd, and most oft ...
The Troubadour o'er many a plainHath roamed unwearied, but in vain.O'er many a rugged mountain-scene And forest wild his track ...
There is but one place in the world:-Thither where he lies buried! ...
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 ...
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 ...
The champions had come from their fields of war,Over the crests of the billows far,They had brought back the spoils ...
Son of the stranger! wouldst thou take O'er yon blue hills thy lonely way, To reach ...
A sound of woe in Salem! — mournful criesRose from her dwellings — youthful cheeks were pale,Tears flowing fast from ...
Wildly and mournfully the Indian drum On the deep hush of moonlight forests broke;"Sing us a death-song, for thine hour ...
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