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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... ERIBERT , Viceroy . DE COUCI . MONTALBA . GUIDO . ALBERTI . ANSELMO , a Monk . VITTORIA . CONSTANCE , Sister to Eribert . Nobles , Soldiers , Messengers , Vassals , Peasants , & c . & c . Scene - Palermo . THE VESPERS OF PALERMO . A ...
... ERIBERT , Viceroy . DE COUCI . MONTALBA . GUIDO . ALBERTI . ANSELMO , a Monk . VITTORIA . CONSTANCE , Sister to Eribert . Nobles , Soldiers , Messengers , Vassals , Peasants , & c . & c . Scene - Palermo . THE VESPERS OF PALERMO . A ...
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... ERIBERT . VITTORIA . VITTORIA . Have I not told thee , that I bear a heart Blighted and cold ? —Th ' affections of my youth Lie slumbering in the grave ; their fount is closed , And all the soft and playful tenderness Which hath its ...
... ERIBERT . VITTORIA . VITTORIA . Have I not told thee , that I bear a heart Blighted and cold ? —Th ' affections of my youth Lie slumbering in the grave ; their fount is closed , And all the soft and playful tenderness Which hath its ...
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... ERIBERT . Haughty dame ! If thy proud heart to tenderness be closed , Know , danger is around thee : thou hast foes That seek thy ruin , and my power alone Can shield thee from their arts . VITTORIA . Provençal , tell Thy tale of danger ...
... ERIBERT . Haughty dame ! If thy proud heart to tenderness be closed , Know , danger is around thee : thou hast foes That seek thy ruin , and my power alone Can shield thee from their arts . VITTORIA . Provençal , tell Thy tale of danger ...
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... ERIBERT . Is there not one Who ne'er commands in vain ? -proud lady , bend Thy spirit to thy fate ; for know that he , Whose car of triumph in its earthquake path O'er the bow'd neck of prostrate Sicily , Hath borne him to dominion ; he ...
... ERIBERT . Is there not one Who ne'er commands in vain ? -proud lady , bend Thy spirit to thy fate ; for know that he , Whose car of triumph in its earthquake path O'er the bow'd neck of prostrate Sicily , Hath borne him to dominion ; he ...
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... ERIBERT . ' Tis well . Then nerve that lofty heart to bear The wrath which is not powerless . Yet again Bethink thee , lady ! -Love may change - hath chang'd To vigilant hatred oft , whose sleepless eye Still finds what most it seeks ...
... ERIBERT . ' Tis well . Then nerve that lofty heart to bear The wrath which is not powerless . Yet again Bethink thee , lady ! -Love may change - hath chang'd To vigilant hatred oft , whose sleepless eye Still finds what most it seeks ...
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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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Стр. 83 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Стр. 27 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Стр. 130 - Say, father! say If yet my task is done ? " He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. " Speak, father ! " once again he cried, " If I may yet be gone," And " — but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Стр. 25 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Стр. 58 - His dark eye flashed, his proud breast heaved, his cheek's hue came and went; He reached that gray-haired chieftain's side, and there, dismounting, bent; A lowly knee to earth he bent, his father's hand he took — What was there in its touch that all his fiery spirit shook ? That hand was cold — a frozen thing — it dropped from his like lead!
Стр. 131 - With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing which perished there Was that young faithful heart...
Стр. 130 - And shouted but once more aloud, "My Father! must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way.
Стр. 84 - Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest — Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest.
Стр. 101 - And the raised eye of childhood shine in love. Or where the shadows of dark solemn yews Brood silently o'er some lone burial-ground, Thy verse hath power that brightly might diffuse A breath, a kindling, as of spring, around, From its own glow of hope and courage high, And steadfast faith's victorious constancy. True bard and holy ! — thou art e'en as one Who, by some secret gift of soul or eye, In every spot beneath the smiling sun, Sees where the springs of living waters lie — . Unseen awhile...
Стр. 138 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest; with, such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...