Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volumen1Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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... Castile , during the rebellion of his brother , Don Juan , by Guzman , surnamed the Good . * The second is related of Alonzo Lopez de Texeda , who , until his garrison had been utterly disabled by pestilence , maintained the city of ...
... Castile , during the rebellion of his brother , Don Juan , by Guzman , surnamed the Good . * The second is related of Alonzo Lopez de Texeda , who , until his garrison had been utterly disabled by pestilence , maintained the city of ...
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... Castile ? -We are forsaken , in our utmost need , By heaven and earth forsaken ! GONZALEZ . If this be , ( And yet I will not deem it ) we must fall As men that in severe devotedness Have chosen their part , and bound themselves to ...
... Castile ? -We are forsaken , in our utmost need , By heaven and earth forsaken ! GONZALEZ . If this be , ( And yet I will not deem it ) we must fall As men that in severe devotedness Have chosen their part , and bound themselves to ...
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... Castilian trumpet , ringing forth Beneath my father's banner ! -In that sound Were life to you , sweet brothers ! —But for me— Come on our tasks await us . They who know Their hours are number'd out , have little time To give the vague ...
... Castilian trumpet , ringing forth Beneath my father's banner ! -In that sound Were life to you , sweet brothers ! —But for me— Come on our tasks await us . They who know Their hours are number'd out , have little time To give the vague ...
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... Castile ? -Praise , praise to Heaven ! -Now may the weary rest ! -Be still ! -Who calls The night so fearful ? [ She dies . ELMINA . No ! she is not dead ! -Ximena ! -speak to me ! -Oh ! yet a tone From that sweet voice , that I may ...
... Castile ? -Praise , praise to Heaven ! -Now may the weary rest ! -Be still ! -Who calls The night so fearful ? [ She dies . ELMINA . No ! she is not dead ! -Ximena ! -speak to me ! -Oh ! yet a tone From that sweet voice , that I may ...
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... Castile ! Castile ! CITIZENS ( rushing to the spot ) . It is even so ! Now blessing be to Heaven , for we are saved ! Castile , Castile ! VOICE ( from the Tower ) . Line after line of spears , Lance after lance , upon the horizon's ...
... Castile ! Castile ! CITIZENS ( rushing to the spot ) . It is even so ! Now blessing be to Heaven , for we are saved ! Castile , Castile ! VOICE ( from the Tower ) . Line after line of spears , Lance after lance , upon the horizon's ...
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ABDULLAH ALBERTI ALPHONSO ANSELMO arms art thou aught banner bear beneath blood brave breath bright brow burst canst Castile Cid's CITIZEN clouds Conradin CONSTANCE Couci dark dead death deep doth dreams E'en earth ELMINA ERIBERT Ev'n Exeunt Exit fair faith father fearful GARCIAS glorious glory GONZALEZ grief GUIDO guilt hast thou hath hear heard Heaven HERNANDEZ hope hour know'st land light live look look'd midst mighty heart MONTALBA Moorish ne'er night noble o'er pale pass'd peace PEASANT pour'd PROCIDA proud Provençal RAIMOND rest Roncesvalles SCENE scorn Seelisberg seem'd SICILIANS Sicily silent sleep smile sons soul sound Spain speak spirit storm strength strong sword tell thee thine eye things thou art thou hast thou shouldst thoughts thy heart Tizona Twas Twill unto Valencia VITTORIA voice warrior wild wilt wouldst thou XIMENA youth ΧΙΜΕΝΑ
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Página 120 - E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust, to its narrow house beneath ! Soul, to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.
Página 26 - tis mockery all ! — A faithless mist, a desert-vapour, wearing The brightness of clear waters, thus to cheat The thirst that semblance kindled ! — -There is none, In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart.
Página 27 - Your breast the pillow of his infancy, While to the fulness of your heart's glad heavings His fair cheek rose and fell ; and his bright hair Waved softly to your breath ! — You ne'er kept watch Beside him, till the last pale star had set, And morn, all dazzling, as in triumph, broke On your dim weary eye ; not yours the face Which, early faded through fond care for him, Hung o'er his sleep, and, duly as heaven's light, Was there to greet his wakening ! You ne'er smoothed His couch, ne'er sung him...