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... tone ; Call from the sun , her burning throne on hign , The seraph Ecstasy , with lightning eye ; Steal from the source of day empyreal fire , And breath the soul of rapture o'er the lyre ! Hail , Albion ! hail , thou land of freedom's ...
... tone ; Call from the sun , her burning throne on hign , The seraph Ecstasy , with lightning eye ; Steal from the source of day empyreal fire , And breath the soul of rapture o'er the lyre ! Hail , Albion ! hail , thou land of freedom's ...
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... tone hath won , The grandeur Freedom lends her son ; Thy bearing a resistless power , The ruling genius of the hour ! And he , yon Chief , with mien of pride , Whom Carron's waves from thee divide , Whose haughty gesture fain would seek ...
... tone hath won , The grandeur Freedom lends her son ; Thy bearing a resistless power , The ruling genius of the hour ! And he , yon Chief , with mien of pride , Whom Carron's waves from thee divide , Whose haughty gesture fain would seek ...
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... tone , Through chambers peopled by the dead alone . O'er the mosaic floors , with carnage red , Breastplate , and shield , and cloven helm are spread In mingled fragments - glittering to the light Of yon still moon , whose rays , yet ...
... tone , Through chambers peopled by the dead alone . O'er the mosaic floors , with carnage red , Breastplate , and shield , and cloven helm are spread In mingled fragments - glittering to the light Of yon still moon , whose rays , yet ...
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... e'en his voice - as thus its mournful tone Wakes in her heart each feeling of his own . Zayda , my doom is fix'd - another day And the wrong'd exile shall be far away : Far from the scenes where still his heart must be 38 THE ABENCERRAGE.
... e'en his voice - as thus its mournful tone Wakes in her heart each feeling of his own . Zayda , my doom is fix'd - another day And the wrong'd exile shall be far away : Far from the scenes where still his heart must be 38 THE ABENCERRAGE.
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... tone Thrill'd to her heart - and doth she weep alone ? Alone she weeps ; that hour of parting o'er , When shall the pang it leaves be felt no more ? The gale breathes light , and fans her bosom fair 40 THE ABENCERRAGE .
... tone Thrill'd to her heart - and doth she weep alone ? Alone she weeps ; that hour of parting o'er , When shall the pang it leaves be felt no more ? The gale breathes light , and fans her bosom fair 40 THE ABENCERRAGE .
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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...