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 ...
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 ...
'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 ...
And is not love in vain, Torture enough without a living tomb? ...
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 ...
Nor look nor tone revealeth aughtSave woman's quietness of thought;And yet around her is a lightOf inward majesty and might. ...
The Troubadour o'er many a plainHath roamed unwearied, but in vain.O'er many a rugged mountain-scene And forest wild his track ...
Jeanne d'Arc avait eu la joie de voir ࠃhalons quelques amis de son enfance. Une joie plus ineffable encore l'attendait ...
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 ...
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 ...
Thou'rt gone!–thou'rt slumb'ring low, With the sounding seas above thee; It is but a restless wo, But a ...
The sun sets brightly — but a ruddier glowO'er Afric's heaven the flames of Carthage throw;Her walls have sunk, and ...
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 ...
The Kaiser feasted in his hall, The red wine mantled high;Banners were trembling on the wall, To the peals of ...
I made a mountain-brook my guide Thro' a wild Spanish glen,And wandered, on its grassy side, Far from the homes ...
Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God. ~ Luke, xii, ...
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 ...
I LAY on that rock where the storms have their dwelling, The birthplace of phantoms, the home of the ...
Tho' youth may boast the curls that flow,In sunny waves of auburn glow;As graceful on thy hoary head,Has time the ...
In the deep hour of dreams,Through the dark woods, and past the moaning sea,And by the star-light gleams,Mother of sorrows! ...
The prisoned thrush may brook the cage,The captive eagle dies for rage. Lady of the Lake. 'Twas a trumpet's pealing ...
I called on dreams and visions, to discloseThat which is veil'd from waking thought; conjuredEternity, as men constrain a ghostTo ...
The sea-bird's wing, o'er ocean's breast Shoots like a glancing star,While the red radiance of the west Spreads kindling fast ...
They grew in beauty, side by side, They fill'd one home with glee;Their graves are sever'd, far and wide, By ...
WHEN twilight's grey and pensive hourBrings the low breeze, and shuts the flower, And bids the solitary star Shine in ...
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