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 ...
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, ...
'Among many nations was there no King like him.' -Nehemiah, xiii, 26. 'Know ye not that there is a ...
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 ...
And is not love in vain, Torture enough without a living tomb? ...
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 ...
What deep wounds ever clos'd without a scar?The heart's bleed longest, and but heal to wearThat which disfigures it. ...
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, ...
……………….SometimesThe young forgot the lessons they had learnt,And lov'd when they should hate, like thee, Imelda! ~ Italy, a PoemPassa ...
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. ...
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 ...
A youth went forth to exile, from a homeSuch as to early thought gives images,The longest treasur'd, and most oft ...
The champions had come from their fields of war,Over the crests of the billows far,They had brought back the spoils ...
A WAIL was heard around the bed, the death-bed of the young,Amidst her tears the Funeral Chant a mournful mother ...
Son of the stranger! wouldst thou take O'er yon blue hills thy lonely way, To reach ...
The night-wind shook the tapestry round an ancient palace-room,And torches, as it rose and fell, waved thro' the gorgeous gloom,And ...
He sat in silence on the ground, The old and haughty Czar;Lonely, tho' princes girt him round, And leaders of ...
She sat, where on each wind that sigh'd, The citron's breath went by,While the red gold of eventide Burn'd in ...
Thou giv'st me flowers, thou giv'st me songs; bring backThe love that I have lost!WHAT wak'st thou, Spring? sweet voices ...
And slight, withal, may be the things which bringBack on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ...
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