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... breath the soul of rapture o'er the lyre ! Hail , Albion ! hail , thou land of freedom's birth Pride of the main , and Phoenix of the earth ! Thou second Rome , where mercy , justice , dwell , Whose sons in wisdom as in arms excel ...
... breath the soul of rapture o'er the lyre ! Hail , Albion ! hail , thou land of freedom's birth Pride of the main , and Phoenix of the earth ! Thou second Rome , where mercy , justice , dwell , Whose sons in wisdom as in arms excel ...
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... breath ! Oh ! thou , the sovereign of the noble soul ! Thou source of energies beyond control ! Queen of the lofty ... breathing forms . Thus , where the fruitful Nile o'erflows its bound , Its genial waves diffuse abundance round , Bid ...
... breath ! Oh ! thou , the sovereign of the noble soul ! Thou source of energies beyond control ! Queen of the lofty ... breathing forms . Thus , where the fruitful Nile o'erflows its bound , Its genial waves diffuse abundance round , Bid ...
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... breath ; And golden Ceres bless the festive swain , Where the wild combat redden'd o'er the plain . These are thy blessings , fair benignant maid ! Return , return , in vest of light array'd ! Let angel - forms and floating sylphides ...
... breath ; And golden Ceres bless the festive swain , Where the wild combat redden'd o'er the plain . These are thy blessings , fair benignant maid ! Return , return , in vest of light array'd ! Let angel - forms and floating sylphides ...
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... breath , May chase the still cold sleep of death ? Shrowded in Scotland's blood - stain'd plaid , Low are her mountain - warriors laid ; They fell , on that proud soil whose mould Was blent with heroes ' dust of old , And guarded by the ...
... breath , May chase the still cold sleep of death ? Shrowded in Scotland's blood - stain'd plaid , Low are her mountain - warriors laid ; They fell , on that proud soil whose mould Was blent with heroes ' dust of old , And guarded by the ...
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... breath , Kindling high hope and scorn of death , Till bursts , immortal from the tomb , The flame that shall avenge their doom ! This is no land for chains - away ! O'er softer climes let tyrants sway ; Think'st thou the mountain and ...
... breath , Kindling high hope and scorn of death , Till bursts , immortal from the tomb , The flame that shall avenge their doom ! This is no land for chains - away ! O'er softer climes let tyrants sway ; Think'st thou the mountain and ...
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Complete Works, Reprinted Entire from the Last English Edition, Volumen2 Mrs. Hemans Vista completa - 1852 |
Términos y frases comunes
Abencerrages Admetus Alcestis art thou banner beauty beneath blest blood bosom bowers brave breast breath breeze bright bright land brow Carmagnola Castile cheek cloud Conradin dark dead death deep doth dread dreams dwell e'en earth ELMINA fair falchion fame fane fate fear fled flowers gaze gleam gloom glorious glory glow Granada grave grief hast hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour hush'd land light Llywarch Hen lofty lonely lyre midst mighty mingling Moorish mortal ne'er night o'er pale pangs pass'd pour'd proud repose rocks Rome round scene seas seem'd shade shadows shore shrine silent skies sleep slumber smile soft song soul sound Spain spirit stamp'd storm stream sunbeam sweet swell sword tears thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne tomb tone towers trumpet Twas voice wake warrior wave weep wild wind
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Página 563 - 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 ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Página 552 - And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death In still, yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, "My father! must I stay?
Página 552 - once again he cried, " If I may yet be gone ! " And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames roll'd on.
Página 540 - Bring flowers, fresh flowers, for the bride to wear ! They were born to blush in her shining hair. She is leaving the home of her childhood's mirth, She hath bid farewell to her father's hearth, Her place is now by another's side — Bring flowers for the locks of the fair young bride...
Página 552 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.
Página 539 - Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal argosies! Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main ! Earth claims not these again.
Página 563 - 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.
Página 539 - O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown : Yet must thou hear a voice — Restore the dead ! Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee ! — Restore the dead, thou sea ! BRING FLOWERS.
Página 255 - 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 539 - Give back the true and brave ! (rive back the lost and lovely ! those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long, The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning...