The Works of Mrs. Hemans: With a Memoir of Her Life, Volumen3William Blackwood and Sons, 1844 |
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... songs and festal fires On the soaring Alps that night, When children sprung to greet their sires From the wild Morgarten fight. voi.. m. n SEBASTIAN OF PORTUGAL. A DRAMATIC FRAGMENT. Dram, Pers. Sebastian. Zamor, BATTLE OF MORGARTEN. 257.
... songs and festal fires On the soaring Alps that night, When children sprung to greet their sires From the wild Morgarten fight. voi.. m. n SEBASTIAN OF PORTUGAL. A DRAMATIC FRAGMENT. Dram, Pers. Sebastian. Zamor, BATTLE OF MORGARTEN. 257.
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... Zamor, a young Arab. Gonzalez his friend. Sylveira. Scene I. The sea-shore near Lisbon. Sebastian — Gonzalez — Zamor. Seb. With what young life and fragrance in its breath My native air salutes me ! from the groves Of citron, and the ...
... Zamor, a young Arab. Gonzalez his friend. Sylveira. Scene I. The sea-shore near Lisbon. Sebastian — Gonzalez — Zamor. Seb. With what young life and fragrance in its breath My native air salutes me ! from the groves Of citron, and the ...
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... Zamor, Art wrapt in thought ! I welcome thee to this, The kingdom of my fathers. Is it not A goodly heritage ? Zam, The land is fair : But he, the archer of the wilderness, Beholdeth not the palms beneath whose shade His tents are ...
... Zamor, Art wrapt in thought ! I welcome thee to this, The kingdom of my fathers. Is it not A goodly heritage ? Zam, The land is fair : But he, the archer of the wilderness, Beholdeth not the palms beneath whose shade His tents are ...
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... Zamor, Shalt thou be long remembered ! Zam, By the fame Of my brave sire, whose deeds the warrior tribes Tell round the desert's watchfire, at the hour Of silence, and of coolness, and of stars, I will not leave thee ! 'Twas in such an ...
... Zamor, Shalt thou be long remembered ! Zam, By the fame Of my brave sire, whose deeds the warrior tribes Tell round the desert's watchfire, at the hour Of silence, and of coolness, and of stars, I will not leave thee ! 'Twas in such an ...
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... Zamor. Seb. to Gon. This should be The night of some high festival. E'en thus My royal city to the skies sent up From her illumined fanes and towers a voice Of gladness, welcoming our first return From Afric's coast. Speak thou ...
... Zamor. Seb. to Gon. This should be The night of some high festival. E'en thus My royal city to the skies sent up From her illumined fanes and towers a voice Of gladness, welcoming our first return From Afric's coast. Speak thou ...
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The Works of Mrs. Hemans: With a Memoir of Her Life, Volume 4 Browne (Miss ),Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Términos y frases comunes
art thou aught banner bear beauty beneath blest blood bosom bowers brave breast breath bright broken flower brow burst cast Castile cheek clouds crown'd dark dead death deep doth dread dreams dwell E'en earth Elmina Eurotas fair faith fear festal fierce flowers gaze gleam gloom glorious glory glow grief hast hast thou hath heart Heaven holy hope hour hush'd land light lonely look'd lyre Maremma midst mighty mighty hearts Moorish mortal ne'er night noble o'er pale pangs pass'd pour'd proud repose rest rocks Roncesvalles scene SEBASTIAN OF PORTUGAL seem'd shade shadow shore shrine silent skies sleep smile song soul sound Spain spears spirit stamp'd storm stream sunbeam swell sword tears thee thine thou hast thought tomb towers trumpet Twas unto Valencia voice warrior wave wild winds Ximena Zamor
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Página 22 - And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
Página 21 - Then ye shall appoint you cities to be cities of refuge for you; that the slayer may flee thither, which killeth any person at unawares. 12 And they shall be unto you cities for refuge from the avenger; that the manslayer die not, until he stand before the congregation in judgment.
Página 140 - Know ye not that there is a prince and a great man fallen this day in Israel?
Página 254 - With blazoned streamers, and lances tall, Moved onwards in princely state. They came with heavy chains, For the race despised so long — But amidst his Alp-domains, The herdsman's arm is strong ! The sun was reddening the clouds of morn When they entered the rock-defile, And shrill as a joyous hunter's horn Their bugles rung the while. But on the misty height, Where the mountain people stood, There was stillness, as of night, When storms at distance brood.
Página 22 - And behold the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and broke in pieces the rocks before the Lord ; but the Lord was not in the wind ; and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire ; and after the fire a still small voice.
Página 253 - Twas the tread of steel-girt men. And a trumpet, pealing wild and far, 'Midst the ancient rocks was blown, Till the Alps replied to that voice of war With a thousand of their own.
Página 302 - What marvel ? — you ne'er made 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 thro...
Página 255 - Where the mountain-people stood, There was stillness as of night, When storms at distance brood. There was stillness as of deep, dead night, And a pause — but not of fear. While the Switzers gazed on the gathering might Of the hostile shield and spear. On wound those columns bright Between the lake and wood, But they look'd not to the misty height Where the mountain-people stood.
Página 130 - THERE are bright scenes beneath Italian skies, Where glowing suns their purest light diffuse, Uncultured flowers in wild profusion rise, And nature lavishes her warmest hues ; But trust thou not her smile, her balmy breath, Away ! her charms are but the pomp of Death...
Página 130 - Mais elle était du monde où les plus belles choses Ont le pire destin ; Et rose elle a vécu ce que vivent les roses, L'espace d'un matin.