The League of the Alps: The Seige of Valencia, The Vespers of Palermo, and Other Poems (Google eBook)

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Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins, 1826 - English poetry - 480 pages
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Page 26 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came: Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free!
Page 132 - Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form. The flames rolled on. He would not go Without his father's word ; That father, faint in death below, His voice no longer heard. He call'd aloud : " Say, father ! say If yet my task is done ! " He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. " Speak, father !" once again he cried,
Page 27 - 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 ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 25 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; 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.
Page 59 - Father!" at length he murmured low, and wept like childhood then; Talk not of grief till thou hast seen the tears of warlike men! He thought on all his glorious hopes, and all his young renown ; He flung the falchion from his side, and in the dust sat down.
Page 83 - 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...
Page 58 - His dark eye flashed, his proud breast heaved, his cheek's hue came and went; He reached that gray-haired chieftain's side, and there, dismounting, bent; A lowly knee to earth he bent, his father's hand he took What was there in its touch that all his fiery spirit shook ? That hand was cold a frozen thing it dropped from his like lead!
Page 140 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest; with, such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Page 180 - tis mockery all ! A faithless mist, a desert-vapour, wearing The brightness of clear waters, thus to cheat The thirst that semblance kindled ! -There is none, In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart.
Page 56 - I bring thee here my fortress keys, I bring my captive train, I pledge thee faith, my liege, my lord! oh, break my father's chain!" BERNARDO DEL CARPIO. 59 " Rise, rise ! even now thy father comes, a ransom'd man this day ; Mount thy good horse, and thou and I will meet him on his way.

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