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... Siegendorf Castle , near Prague . Time -the Close of the Thirty Years ' War . ACT I SCENE I The Hall of a decayed Palace near a small Town on the Northern Frontier of Silesia · -the Night tempestu- ous . WERNER and JOSEPHINE his wife ...
... Siegendorf Castle , near Prague . Time -the Close of the Thirty Years ' War . ACT I SCENE I The Hall of a decayed Palace near a small Town on the Northern Frontier of Silesia · -the Night tempestu- ous . WERNER and JOSEPHINE his wife ...
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... Siegendorf , and parted In haste , though even the elements appear To fight against me , and this sudden flood May keep me prisoner here till – [ He pauses , and looks at WERNER ; then resumes . This man must Be watch'd . If it is he ...
... Siegendorf , and parted In haste , though even the elements appear To fight against me , and this sudden flood May keep me prisoner here till – [ He pauses , and looks at WERNER ; then resumes . This man must Be watch'd . If it is he ...
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... Siegendorf , his distant kinsman , Is dead near Prague , in his castle , and my lord Is on his way to take ... Siegendorf's . The grandsire ill Could brook the alliance ; and could ne'er be brought To see the parents , though he took the ...
... Siegendorf , his distant kinsman , Is dead near Prague , in his castle , and my lord Is on his way to take ... Siegendorf's . The grandsire ill Could brook the alliance ; and could ne'er be brought To see the parents , though he took the ...
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... Siegendorf ! Wer . ( starting ) . The walls may hear that name ! Ulr . Wer . But we will talk of that anon . Remember , I must be known here but as Werner . Come ! 360 Come to my arms again ! Why , thou look'st all I should have been ...
... Siegendorf ! Wer . ( starting ) . The walls may hear that name ! Ulr . Wer . But we will talk of that anon . Remember , I must be known here but as Werner . Come ! 360 Come to my arms again ! Why , thou look'st all I should have been ...
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... Siegendorf ! Display no gold : Show Idenstein the gem ( I know the man , And have look'd through him ) : it will an- swer thus A double purpose . Stralenheim lost gold No jewel : therefore it could not be his ; And then the man who was ...
... Siegendorf ! Display no gold : Show Idenstein the gem ( I know the man , And have look'd through him ) : it will an- swer thus A double purpose . Stralenheim lost gold No jewel : therefore it could not be his ; And then the man who was ...
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Página 81 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Página 82 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 39 - And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war ; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar ; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star ; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — " The foe ! they come ! they come ! " XXVI. And wild and high the
Página 38 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Página 38 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Página 229 - So we'll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
Página 311 - Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb ; Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay...
Página 813 - Were still at least our countrymen. The tyrant of the Chersonese Was freedom's best and bravest friend; That tyrant was Miltiades! Oh that the present hour would lend Another despot of the kind! Such chains as his were sure to bind. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore: And there, perhaps, some seed is sown The Heracleidan blood might own.
Página 812 - What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no;— the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one, arise,— we come, we come!
Página 404 - Which in a palace had grown cold, Had his free breathing been denied The range of the steep mountain's side; But why delay the truth? — he died. I saw, and could not hold his head...