Poems of Places: Spain, Portugal, Belgium, and HollandHenry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 |
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... hath no friend , no brother there ) Their rival scarfs of mixed embroidery , Their various arms that glitter in the air ! What gallant war - hounds rouse them from their lair , And gnash their fangs , loud yelling for the prey ! All ...
... hath no friend , no brother there ) Their rival scarfs of mixed embroidery , Their various arms that glitter in the air ! What gallant war - hounds rouse them from their lair , And gnash their fangs , loud yelling for the prey ! All ...
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... hath made The splendid story of his country's wars Through all the European kingdoms known . Yet in his ample annals thou canst find No braver battle chronicled than here Was waged , when Joseph , of the stolen crown , Against the hosts ...
... hath made The splendid story of his country's wars Through all the European kingdoms known . Yet in his ample annals thou canst find No braver battle chronicled than here Was waged , when Joseph , of the stolen crown , Against the hosts ...
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... hath she left her now ? an empty name , A parody wherewith her shame to hide , Wherefrom may men divine her former fame ; Toledo ! Once a queen in wealth and pride , What hath she left ? ― a temple , bridges twain , An old Alcazar that ...
... hath she left her now ? an empty name , A parody wherewith her shame to hide , Wherefrom may men divine her former fame ; Toledo ! Once a queen in wealth and pride , What hath she left ? ― a temple , bridges twain , An old Alcazar that ...
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... And cold the valiant breast ; He had fought the battles of the land , And his hour was come to rest . What said the ruler of the field ? His voice is faint and low ; The breeze that creeps o'er his lance and shield Hath VALENCIA . 33.
... And cold the valiant breast ; He had fought the battles of the land , And his hour was come to rest . What said the ruler of the field ? His voice is faint and low ; The breeze that creeps o'er his lance and shield Hath VALENCIA . 33.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The breeze that creeps o'er his lance and shield Hath louder accents now . " Raise ye no cry , and let no moan Be made when I depart ; The Moor must hear no dirge's tone ; Be ye of mighty heart ! " Let the ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The breeze that creeps o'er his lance and shield Hath louder accents now . " Raise ye no cry , and let no moan Be made when I depart ; The Moor must hear no dirge's tone ; Be ye of mighty heart ! " Let the ...
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arms beauty bell beneath blessed blood brave bonny lasse breast breath bright brow Bruges chime Coimbra cried dark dead death deep died in glory Diego Perez dreams earth echo eyes fair fame Felicia Hemans fell fled flow Fontenoy gallant galloped Ghent gleams glow golden hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hour J. G. Lockhart land light lone Lord Lord Byron Luis de Camoens Luis de Góngora maiden Mary Ambree MONDEGO morn mourn neath never night numbers o'er pale passed peace peal plain proud Queen Orraca rich roar Robert Southey Roland rose round Sarsfield died shade shadow shee shine shore shout silent sing sleep smiled song soul sound stood stream sweet sword Tagus tears thee thou thought throng toll tomb towers trembling VALLADOLID voice wave weeping William Lisle Bowles wind
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Σελίδα 163 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Σελίδα 174 - Yet there is time!" IV At Aershot, up leaped of a sudden the sun, And against him the cattle stood black every one, To stare through the mist at us galloping past, And I saw my stout galloper Roland at last, With resolute shoulders, each butting away The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray...
Σελίδα 162 - Cameron's gathering" rose, The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Σελίδα 174 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Σελίδα 173 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;
Σελίδα 72 - The sunken glen, whose sunless shrubs must weep, The tender azure of the unruffled deep, The orange tints that gild the greenest bough, The torrents that from cliff to valley leap, The vine on high, the willow branch below, Mix'd in one mighty scene, with varied beauty glow.
Σελίδα 7 - Hark ! heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note ? Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath ? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants' slaves ? — the fires of death, The bale-fires flash on high : — from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc, Red Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock.
Σελίδα 256 - SIMON DANZ has come home again, From cruising about with his buccaneers ; He has singed the beard of the King of Spain, And carried away the Dean of Jaen And sold him in Algiers. In his house by the Maese, with its roof of tiles, And weathercocks flying aloft in air, There are silver tankards of antique styles, Plunder of convent and castle, and piles Of carpets rich and rare. In his tulip-garden there by the town, Overlooking the sluggish stream, With his Moorish cap and dressing-gown, The old sea-captain,...
Σελίδα 244 - The good dame looked from her cottage, At the close of the pleasant day, And cheerily called to her little son Outside the door at play, "Come, Peter, come! I want you to go, While there is light to see, To the hut of the blind old man who lives Across the dike, for me, And take these cakes I made for him — They are hot and smoking yet; You have time enough to go and come Before the sun is set.
Σελίδα 162 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness. And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!