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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... Sons . A Priest . A Moorish Prince , Chief of 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.
... Sons . A Priest . A Moorish Prince , Chief of 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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... CITIZEN . [ A citizen goes out . This wasting siege , Good Father Lopez , hath gone hard with you ! " Tis sad to hear no voices through the house , Once peopled with fair sons ! THIRD CITIZEN . Why , better thus , Than to be haunted ...
... CITIZEN . [ A citizen goes out . This wasting siege , Good Father Lopez , hath gone hard with you ! " Tis sad to hear no voices through the house , Once peopled with fair sons ! THIRD CITIZEN . Why , better thus , Than to be haunted ...
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... CITIZEN ( with bitterness ) . Why , we have but this thought Left for our gloomy comfort ! -And ' tis well ! Aye ... CITIZEN . Heard you last night the sound Of Saint Jago's bell ? -How sullenly From the great tower it peal'd ! FIFTH ...
... CITIZEN ( with bitterness ) . Why , we have but this thought Left for our gloomy comfort ! -And ' tis well ! Aye ... CITIZEN . Heard you last night the sound Of Saint Jago's bell ? -How sullenly From the great tower it peal'd ! FIFTH ...
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... CITIZEN . And will our chief Buy with the price of his fair children's blood A few more days of pining wretchedness For this forsaken city ? OLD CITIZEN . Doubt it not ! -But with that ransom he may purchase still Deliverance for the ...
... CITIZEN . And will our chief Buy with the price of his fair children's blood A few more days of pining wretchedness For this forsaken city ? OLD CITIZEN . Doubt it not ! -But with that ransom he may purchase still Deliverance for the ...
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... CITIZEN . Then woe for us When she is gone ! -Her voice - the very sound Of her soft step was comfort , as she moved Through the still house of mourning ! -Who like her Shall give us hope again ? OLD CITIZEN . Be still ! -she comes ...
... CITIZEN . Then woe for us When she is gone ! -Her voice - the very sound Of her soft step was comfort , as she moved Through the still house of mourning ! -Who like her Shall give us hope again ? OLD CITIZEN . Be still ! -she comes ...
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ABDULLAH ALPHONSO ANSELMO arms art thou aught banner bear beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blood brave breast breath 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 grave grief GUIDO hast thou hath hear heard heart Heaven HERNANDEZ hope hour hush'd land light lone look look'd midst MONTALBA Moorish ne'er night noble o'er pale Palermo pass'd pour'd PROCIDA proud Provençal RAIMOND rest Roncesvalles round SCENE scorn seem'd shalt shouldst shrink SICILIANS Sicily silent sleep 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 warrior wave wild wilt winds wouldst thou XIMENA youth ΧΙΜΕΝΑ
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