Outre-mer: A Pilgrimage Beyond the Sea, Volume 2Harper, 1835 - Europe |
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... thee , Both of Moors and eke of Christians , Slain with swords most cruelly . And thy pure and crystal waters Dappled are with crimson gore ; For between the Moors and Christians Long has been the fight and sore . Dukes and counts fell ...
... thee , Both of Moors and eke of Christians , Slain with swords most cruelly . And thy pure and crystal waters Dappled are with crimson gore ; For between the Moors and Christians Long has been the fight and sore . Dukes and counts fell ...
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... thee remain ; But follow me , ye cavaliers , Ye noblemen of Spain . Forth they followed the noble count , They marched to Glera's plain ; Out of three thousand gallant knights Did only three remain . They tied the tribute to their ...
... thee remain ; But follow me , ye cavaliers , Ye noblemen of Spain . Forth they followed the noble count , They marched to Glera's plain ; Out of three thousand gallant knights Did only three remain . They tied the tribute to their ...
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... thee pardon free ; I pardon thee for the love's sake wherewith I've loved thee . " But they have not my pardon , -the king and his proud daughter ; The curse of God be on them , for this unchristian slaughter ! I charge them with my ...
... thee pardon free ; I pardon thee for the love's sake wherewith I've loved thee . " But they have not my pardon , -the king and his proud daughter ; The curse of God be on them , for this unchristian slaughter ! I charge them with my ...
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... thee were slain , in evil hour , The Abencerrage , Granada's flower ; And strangers were received by thee Of Cordova the chivalry . Wo is me , Alhama ! " And for this , oh king ! is sent On thee a double chastisement ; Thee and thine ...
... thee were slain , in evil hour , The Abencerrage , Granada's flower ; And strangers were received by thee Of Cordova the chivalry . Wo is me , Alhama ! " And for this , oh king ! is sent On thee a double chastisement ; Thee and thine ...
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... thee : the church of El Pardillo resembles not this picture of thy well - tutored fancy ; it is a gloomy little edifice , standing upon the outskirts of the village , and built of dark and unhewn stone , with a spire like a sugar - loaf ...
... thee : the church of El Pardillo resembles not this picture of thy well - tutored fancy ; it is a gloomy little edifice , standing upon the outskirts of the village , and built of dark and unhewn stone , with a spire like a sugar - loaf ...
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Page 232 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Page 26 - FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Caux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry.
Page 82 - Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed, boundless sea, The silent grave ! Thither all earthly pomp and boast Roll, to be swallowed up and lost In one dark wave. Thither the mighty torrents stray, Thither the brook pursues its way, And tinkling rill. There all are equal. Side by side The poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still.
Page 220 - Now therein of all sciences — I speak still of human, and according to the human conceit — is our poet the monarch. For he doth not only show the way, but giveth so sweet a prospect into the way as will entice any man to enter into it. Nay, he doth, as if your journey should lie through a fair vineyard, at the very first give you a cluster of grapes, that full of that taste you may long to pass further.
Page 31 - Neath cloistered boughs each floral bell that swingeth And tolls its perfume on the passing air Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth A call to prayer : Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand, But to that fane most catholic and solemn Which God hath plann'd,— To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply, Its choir the winds and waves, its organ thunder, Its dome the sky.
Page 233 - The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the...
Page 240 - With regard to poetry in general, I am convinced, the more I think of it, that he and all of us— Scott, Southey, Wordsworth, Moore, Campbell, I, — are all in the wrong, one as much as another; that we are upon a wrong revolutionary poetical system, or systems, not worth a damn in itself, and from which none but Rogers and Crabbe are free; and that the present and next generations will finally be of this opinion.
Page 231 - Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds or driving rain Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut That, from the mountain's side, Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires ; And hears their simple bell ; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Page 124 - 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, Alhama...
Page 169 - Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod, Of clerks good plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily man of God, Was one I chiefly mark'd among the fry : He had a roguish twinkle in his eye, And shone all glittering with ungodly dew, If a tight damsel chaunc'd to trippen by ; Which when observ'd, he shrunk into his mew, And straight would recollect his piety anew.