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... ALHAMA . O I. THE Moorish King rides up and down Through Granada's Royal town , From Elvira's gates to those Of Bivarambla on he goes . Woe is me , Alhamą ! 2 . Letters to the monarch tell How- Alhama's city fell ; In the fire the ...
... ALHAMA . O I. THE Moorish King rides up and down Through Granada's Royal town , From Elvira's gates to those Of Bivarambla on he goes . Woe is me , Alhamą ! 2 . Letters to the monarch tell How- Alhama's city fell ; In the fire the ...
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... Alhama ! 5 . And when the hollow drums of war Beat the loud alarm afar , That the Moors of town and plain Might answer to the martial strain , Woe is me , Alhama ! 6 . Then the Moors by this aware That bloody Mars recalled them there ...
... Alhama ! 5 . And when the hollow drums of war Beat the loud alarm afar , That the Moors of town and plain Might answer to the martial strain , Woe is me , Alhama ! 6 . Then the Moors by this aware That bloody Mars recalled them there ...
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... Alhama ! K 10 . By thee were slain , in evil hour , " The Abencerrage , Granada's flower ; And strangers were received by thee Of Cordova the chivalry . ་ ་ Woe is me , Alhama ! 11 . And for this , oh King ! is sent On thee a double ...
... Alhama ! K 10 . By thee were slain , in evil hour , " The Abencerrage , Granada's flower ; And strangers were received by thee Of Cordova the chivalry . ་ ་ Woe is me , Alhama ! 11 . And for this , oh King ! is sent On thee a double ...
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... Alhama ! 15 . Moor Alfaqui ! Moor Alfaqui ! Though thy beard so hoary be , The King hath sent to have thee seized , For Alhama's loss displeased . Woe is me , Alhama ! 16 . And to fix thy head upon High Alhambra's loftiest stone ; That ...
... Alhama ! 15 . Moor Alfaqui ! Moor Alfaqui ! Though thy beard so hoary be , The King hath sent to have thee seized , For Alhama's loss displeased . Woe is me , Alhama ! 16 . And to fix thy head upon High Alhambra's loftiest stone ; That ...
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... Alhama ! 21 . And as these things the old Moor said , They severed from the trunk his head ; And to the Alhambra's wall with speed ' Twas carried , as the King decreed . Woe is me , Alhama ! 22 . And inen and infants therein weep Their ...
... Alhama ! 21 . And as these things the old Moor said , They severed from the trunk his head ; And to the Alhambra's wall with speed ' Twas carried , as the King decreed . Woe is me , Alhama ! 22 . And inen and infants therein weep Their ...
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Page 179 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Page 225 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Page 218 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 120 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Page 167 - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday— All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Page 181 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless...
Page 88 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's magnificently stern array!
Page 105 - When elements to elements conform. And dust is as it should be, shall I not Feel all I see, less dazzling, but more warm ? The bodiless thought?
Page 128 - Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste More rich than other climes' fertility ; Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
Page 99 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old, — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.