Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volumen2Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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... gone ; And the red grapes untrodden strew'd the ground , And the free flocks untended roam'd around : Where was the pastor ? -where the pipe's wild tone ? Music and mirth were hush'd the hills among , While to the city's gates each ...
... gone ; And the red grapes untrodden strew'd the ground , And the free flocks untended roam'd around : Where was the pastor ? -where the pipe's wild tone ? Music and mirth were hush'd the hills among , While to the city's gates each ...
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... gone ! LXIII . Joy for thee , trembler ! -thou redeem'd one , joy ! Young dove set free ! earth , ashes , soulless clay , Remain'd for baffled vengeance to destroy ; -Thy chain was riven ! —nor hadst thou cast away Thy hope in thy last ...
... gone ! LXIII . Joy for thee , trembler ! -thou redeem'd one , joy ! Young dove set free ! earth , ashes , soulless clay , Remain'd for baffled vengeance to destroy ; -Thy chain was riven ! —nor hadst thou cast away Thy hope in thy last ...
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... gone ! Who could give back my youth , my spirit free , Or be in aught again what thou hadst been to me ? LXXIII . And yet I wept thee not , thou true and brave ! I could not weep ! -there gather'd round thy name Too deep a passion ...
... gone ! Who could give back my youth , my spirit free , Or be in aught again what thou hadst been to me ? LXXIII . And yet I wept thee not , thou true and brave ! I could not weep ! -there gather'd round thy name Too deep a passion ...
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... 'ershaded , And all the brightness from the aspect gone ! -Upon my breast she sunk , when doubt was fled , Weeping as those may weep , that meet in woe and dread . XXVIII . For there we might not rest . Alas 64 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
... 'ershaded , And all the brightness from the aspect gone ! -Upon my breast she sunk , when doubt was fled , Weeping as those may weep , that meet in woe and dread . XXVIII . For there we might not rest . Alas 64 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
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... gone ; our loved of early years , Gone where affection's cup hath lost the taste of tears . LXXII . I see a star - eve's first - THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 87.
... gone ; our loved of early years , Gone where affection's cup hath lost the taste of tears . LXXII . I see a star - eve's first - THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 87.
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou banners beauty beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blue streams bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land brow burst call'd child dark dead death deep didst dreams dust dwell earth ev'n faded faint fair fair brow falchion fear flowers foam fount gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glorious glow gone grave green hath hear heard heart Heaven hour hush'd joyous Lake of Lucerne land leaves light lips lone look'd lovely sculpture lyre midst mighty mirth Moorish mournful night o'er thy Oronoco pale pass'd pines pour'd rest rills Rio verde round seem'd shades shadows shining shore silent sleep slumber smile soft soft eyes song soul sound Spain spear spirit stars stormy strain streams sunny sunny brow sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thou wert thought tone unto voice wave weep wild wind woods wouldst young
Pasajes populares
Página 215 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Página 266 - 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 181 - Yet more, the Depths have more ! — What wealth untold Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies.
Página 265 - Death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer ; But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth...
Página 305 - Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" —And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Página 258 - Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
Página 215 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? — They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found, — Freedom to worship God.
Página 284 - And men stood breathless in their dread. And baffled in their skill — But One was there, who rose and said To the wild sea,
Página 289 - Thou tak'st through the dim church-aisle thy way, And its pillars from twilight flash forth to day, And its high pale tombs, with their trophies old, Are bathed in a flood as of burning gold.
Página 319 - Now in thy youth, beseech of Him Who giveth, upbraiding' not; That his light in thy heart become not dim, And his love be unforgot ; And thy God, in the darkest of days, will be, Greenness, and beauty, and strength to thee...