Poems, Volumen1Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 |
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... HYPOLITO , THE COUNT OF Lara , DON CARLOS , THE ARCHBISHOP OF TOLEDO . A CARDINAL . Students of Alcalá . Gentlemen of Madrid . BELTRAN CRUzado , BARTOLOMÉ ROMAN , Count of the Gipsies . A young Gipsy . PEDRO CRESPO , Alcalde . PANCHO ...
... HYPOLITO , THE COUNT OF Lara , DON CARLOS , THE ARCHBISHOP OF TOLEDO . A CARDINAL . Students of Alcalá . Gentlemen of Madrid . BELTRAN CRUzado , BARTOLOMÉ ROMAN , Count of the Gipsies . A young Gipsy . PEDRO CRESPO , Alcalde . PANCHO ...
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... CHISPA , Ea ! Señor . Come with me , ancient Balta- sar , and bring water for the horses . I will pay for the supper , to - morrow . [ Exeunt . SCENE V. VICTORIAN'S chambers at Alcalá . HYPOLITO asleep in THE SPANISH STUDENT . 331.
... CHISPA , Ea ! Señor . Come with me , ancient Balta- sar , and bring water for the horses . I will pay for the supper , to - morrow . [ Exeunt . SCENE V. VICTORIAN'S chambers at Alcalá . HYPOLITO asleep in THE SPANISH STUDENT . 331.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. SCENE V. VICTORIAN'S chambers at Alcalá . HYPOLITO asleep in an arm - chair . He awakes slowly . HYPOLITO . I must have been asleep ! ay , sound asleep ! And it was all a dream . O sleep , sweet sleep ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. SCENE V. VICTORIAN'S chambers at Alcalá . HYPOLITO asleep in an arm - chair . He awakes slowly . HYPOLITO . I must have been asleep ! ay , sound asleep ! And it was all a dream . O sleep , sweet sleep ...
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... Hypolito ! HYPOLITO . What do you want of Padre Hypolito ? VICTORIAN . Come , shrive me straight ; for , if love be a sin , am the greatest sinner that doth live . I will confess the sweetest of all crimes , A maiden wooed and won ...
... Hypolito ! HYPOLITO . What do you want of Padre Hypolito ? VICTORIAN . Come , shrive me straight ; for , if love be a sin , am the greatest sinner that doth live . I will confess the sweetest of all crimes , A maiden wooed and won ...
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... HYPOLITO . Alas ! that heart of thine Is like a scene in the old play ; the curtain Rises to solemn music , and lo ! enter The eleven thousand virgins of Cologne ! VICTORIAN . Nay , like the Sibyl's volumes , thou shouldst say ; Those ...
... HYPOLITO . Alas ! that heart of thine Is like a scene in the old play ; the curtain Rises to solemn music , and lo ! enter The eleven thousand virgins of Cologne ! VICTORIAN . Nay , like the Sibyl's volumes , thou shouldst say ; Those ...
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Alcalá angel ANGELICA art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ beautiful behold Beltran Cruzado Beware birds blessed breast breath bright brooklet cachucha Calés child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara dance dark dead Death DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dream earth Enter Exeunt eyes fair fall father fear flowers FRANCISCO gentle Gipsy girl gleams gold golden grave hand hear heart heaven holy HYPOLITO Jorge Manrique land leaves Life's light lips look LOPE DE VEGA Luck of Edenhall maiden MARTINA midnight moon night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA PEDRO CRESPO Pentecost poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA red planet Mars ring rise Saint SCENE shadows silent silver sing sleep smile soft song soul sound speak star stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wave weary wild wind
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Página 251 - ... wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Página 241 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Página 16 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Página 27 - Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll ; They are chanting solemn masses, Singing ; " Pray for this poor soul, Pray, — pray ! " And the hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain...
Página 186 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land ; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck.
Página 271 - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!" A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior! "Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
Página 9 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ! It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
Página 175 - I wooed the blue-eyed maid, Yielding, yet half afraid, And in the forest's shade Our vows were plighted. Under its loosened vest Fluttered her little breast, Like birds within their nest By the hawk frighted.
Página 251 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Página 245 - No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own. Responds, — as if with unseen wings An angel touched its quivering strings ; And whispers, in its song, " Where hast thou stayed so long ?