The league of the Alps, The siege of Valencia, The vespers of Palermo, and other poemsHilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins, 1826 |
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... • GARCIAS ELMINA . • XIMENA . THERESA • the Army besieging Valencia . A Spanish Knight . Wife to Gonzalez . Her Daughter . An Attendant . Citizens , Soldiers , Attendants , & c . THE SIEGE OF VALENCIA . SCENE I. Room in a.
... • GARCIAS ELMINA . • XIMENA . THERESA • the Army besieging Valencia . A Spanish Knight . Wife to Gonzalez . Her Daughter . An Attendant . Citizens , Soldiers , Attendants , & c . THE SIEGE OF VALENCIA . SCENE I. Room in a.
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... XIMENA singing to a Lute . BALLAD . " THOU hast not been with a festal throng , At the pouring of the wine ; Men bear not from the Hall of Song , A mien so dark as thine ! -There's blood upon thy shield , There's dust upon thy plume ...
... XIMENA singing to a Lute . BALLAD . " THOU hast not been with a festal throng , At the pouring of the wine ; Men bear not from the Hall of Song , A mien so dark as thine ! -There's blood upon thy shield , There's dust upon thy plume ...
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... Ximena ! -Where is now the young And buoyant spirit of the morn , which once Breath'd in your spring - like melodies , and woke Joy's echo from all hearts ? ΧΙΜΕΝΑ . My mother , this Is not the free air of our mountain - wilds ; And ...
... Ximena ! -Where is now the young And buoyant spirit of the morn , which once Breath'd in your spring - like melodies , and woke Joy's echo from all hearts ? ΧΙΜΕΝΑ . My mother , this Is not the free air of our mountain - wilds ; And ...
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... XIMENA . I would not but have shar'd These hours of woe and peril , though the deep And solemn feelings wakening at their voice , Claim all the wrought - up spirit to themselves , And will not blend with mirth . The storm doth hush All ...
... XIMENA . I would not but have shar'd These hours of woe and peril , though the deep And solemn feelings wakening at their voice , Claim all the wrought - up spirit to themselves , And will not blend with mirth . The storm doth hush All ...
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... XIMENA . Aye , days , that wake All to their tasks ! -Youth may not loiter now In the green walks of spring ; and womanhood Is summon'd unto conflicts , heretofore The lot of warrior - souls . But we will take Our toils upon us nobly ...
... XIMENA . Aye , days , that wake All to their tasks ! -Youth may not loiter now In the green walks of spring ; and womanhood Is summon'd unto conflicts , heretofore The lot of warrior - souls . But we will take Our toils upon us nobly ...
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ABDULLAH ALPHONSO ANSELMO arms art thou aught banner bear beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blood brave breast breath breeze bright brow burst call'd Castile CITIZEN clouds Conradin CONSTANCE Couci dark dead death deep doth dreams e'en earth ELMINA ERIBERT Ev'n Exeunt Exit fair father fearful flowers gaze glorious glory gone GONZALEZ GUIDO hast thou hath hear heard heart Heaven HERNANDEZ hope hour joyous know'st land light lone look look'd midst MONTALBA Moorish ne'er night noble o'er pale pass'd pour'd PROCIDA proud Provençal RAIMOND rest Roncesvalles round SCENE scorn seem'd shalt shouldst shrink SICILIANS Sicily silent sleep slumber smile song soul sound Spain speak spirit strong sweet sword tell thee thine things thou art thou hast Thou wouldst thought trumpets Twas unto Valencia VITTORIA voice wave wild wilt winds wouldst thou XIMENA youth ΧΙΜΕΝΑ
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