Poems, Volumen1Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 |
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... thou concealed In the dark grave ! Their deeds of mercy and of arms , In peaceful days , or war's alarms , When thou dost show , O Death , thy stern and angry face , One stroke of thy all - powerful mace Can overthrow . Unnumbered hosts ...
... thou concealed In the dark grave ! Their deeds of mercy and of arms , In peaceful days , or war's alarms , When thou dost show , O Death , thy stern and angry face , One stroke of thy all - powerful mace Can overthrow . Unnumbered hosts ...
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... thee , When thou dost battle in thy wrath , And thy strong shafts pursue their path Unerringly . O World ! so few the years we live , Would that the life which thou dost give Were life indeed ! Alas ! thy sorrows fall so fast , Our ...
... thee , When thou dost battle in thy wrath , And thy strong shafts pursue their path Unerringly . O World ! so few the years we live , Would that the life which thou dost give Were life indeed ! Alas ! thy sorrows fall so fast , Our ...
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... Thou dost profess , Depart , thy hope is certainty , The third the better life on high Shalt thou possess . " " " O Death , no more , no more delay ; My spirit longs to flee away , And be at rest ; The will of Heaven my will shall be ...
... Thou dost profess , Depart , thy hope is certainty , The third the better life on high Shalt thou possess . " " " O Death , no more , no more delay ; My spirit longs to flee away , And be at rest ; The will of Heaven my will shall be ...
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... thou dost give Were life indeed ! Alas ! thy sorrows fall so fast , Our happiest hour is when at last The soul is freed . " Our days are covered o'er with grief , And COPLAS DE MANRIQUE . 87.
... thou dost give Were life indeed ! Alas ! thy sorrows fall so fast , Our happiest hour is when at last The soul is freed . " Our days are covered o'er with grief , And COPLAS DE MANRIQUE . 87.
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... dost thou thus consume him ? ” The ice , that was about my heart congealed , To air and water changed , and , in my anguish , Through lips and eyes came gushing from my breast . ***** * Confusion and dismay , together mingled , Forced ...
... dost thou thus consume him ? ” The ice , that was about my heart congealed , To air and water changed , and , in my anguish , Through lips and eyes came gushing from my breast . ***** * Confusion and dismay , together mingled , Forced ...
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Alcalá angel ANGELICA art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ beautiful behold Beltran Cruzado Beware birds blessed breast breath bright brooklet cachucha Calés child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara dance dark dead Death DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dream earth Enter Exeunt eyes fair fall father fear flowers FRANCISCO gentle Gipsy girl gleams gold golden grave hand hear heart heaven holy HYPOLITO Jorge Manrique land leaves Life's light lips look LOPE DE VEGA Luck of Edenhall maiden MARTINA midnight moon night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA PEDRO CRESPO Pentecost poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA red planet Mars ring rise Saint SCENE shadows silent silver sing sleep smile soft song soul sound speak star stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wave weary wild wind
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Página 251 - ... wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Página 241 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Página 16 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Página 27 - Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll ; They are chanting solemn masses, Singing ; " Pray for this poor soul, Pray, — pray ! " And the hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain...
Página 186 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land ; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck.
Página 271 - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!" A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior! "Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
Página 9 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ! It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
Página 175 - I wooed the blue-eyed maid, Yielding, yet half afraid, And in the forest's shade Our vows were plighted. Under its loosened vest Fluttered her little breast, Like birds within their nest By the hawk frighted.
Página 251 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Página 245 - No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own. Responds, — as if with unseen wings An angel touched its quivering strings ; And whispers, in its song, " Where hast thou stayed so long ?