Roderick, the last of the Goths, Volumen1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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Abulcacem Alonso altar amid arms Asturian battle behold Bishop blood brought Caliph Camara Santa cave Chiefs church claspt cloud Count Don Julian Count Julian's Covadonga cried cross dear death deceive Devil Diptyches doth dreadful earth Elder exclaimed eyes faith false Hermit father feet fell Florinda gave Goth grave grief hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hermitage Holy Ark honour hope hour King Don Rodrigo knew look Lord Maccabee mercy Moors mountain o'er orarium Orelio Orpas Oviedo Pelayo penance penitence Pierre de Marca pray prayers Rejoicing relics renegade replied ROBERT SOUTHEY rock Roderick ROYAL SPANISH ACADEMY Saints side sins Siverian soul Spain spake stream strength sword tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thou shalt thou shouldst thou wert thou wilt thought thyself Toledo vale vengeance victory voice ween Witiza
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Página 74 - Nor were the chiefs Of victory less assured, by long success Elate, and proud of that o'erwhelming strength Which, surely they believed, as it had rolled Thus far...
Página 106 - And deemed the deep opake would blot her beams; But, melting like a wreath of snow, it hangs In folds of wavy silver round, and clothes The orb with richer beauties than her own, Then passing, leaves her in her light serene.
Página 152 - And curtle-axe on helm and buckler rung; Armour was riven, and wounds were interchanged, And many a spirit from its mortal hold Hurried to bliss or bale. Well did the Chiefs Of Julian's army in that hour support Their old esteem ; and well Count Pedro there Enhanced his former praise ; and by his side, Rejoicing like a bridegroom in the strife, Alphonso through the host of infidels Bore on his bloody lance dismay and death.
Página 170 - His tremulous voice far echoing loud and shrill, A frequent, anxious cry, with which he seem'd To call the master whom he loved so well, And who had thus again forsaken him.
Página 159 - Blind that I was to know him not till now ! My Master, O my Master! He meantime With easy pace moved on to meet their march. King...
Página 129 - In pilgrimage, and hallow with their prayers The cradle of their native monarchy ! " There was a stirring in the air ; the sun Prevailed, and gradually the brightening mist Began to rise and melt. A jutting crag Upon the right projected o'er the stream, Not farther from the cave than a strong hand Expert, with deadly aim, might cast the spear, Or a strong voice, pitched to full compass, make Its clear articulation heard distinct. A venturous dalesman, once ascending there To rob the eagle's nest,...
Página 9 - How calmly, gliding through the dark-blue sky, The midnight Moon ascends ! Her placid beams, Through thinly scattered leaves and boughs grotesque, Mottle with mazy shades the orchard slope : Here, o'er the chestnut's fretted foliage, gray And massy, motionless they spread ; here shine Upon the crags, deepening with blacker night Their chasms ; and there the glittering argentry Ripples and glances on the confluent streams.
Página 159 - Before Saint Peter's altar ; unto him Grace was vouchsafed ; and by that holy power Which at Visonia from the Primate's hand Of his own proper act to me was given, Unworthy as I am, . . yet sure I think Not without mystery, as the event hath shown, . . Did I accept Count Julian's penitence, And reconcile the dying man to Heaven.
Página 9 - Ripples and glances on the confluent streams. A lovelier, purer light than that of day Rests on the hills, and oh ! how awfully, Into that deep and tranquil firmament, The summits of Auseva rise serene ! The watchman on the battlements partakes The stillness of the solemn hour ; he feels The silence of the earth ; the endless sound Of flowing water soothes him ; and the stars, Which in that brightest moonlight well nigh quench...