The Poetical Works of Robert Southey, Esq. ...: Roderick, the last of the GothsLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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... cried one . A hundred tongues Sent forth with one accord the glad reply , Friends and Asturians . Onward moved the lights , .. The people knew their Lord . Then what a shout Rung through the valley ! From their clay - built nests ...
... cried one . A hundred tongues Sent forth with one accord the glad reply , Friends and Asturians . Onward moved the lights , .. The people knew their Lord . Then what a shout Rung through the valley ! From their clay - built nests ...
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... cried , Did I not tell thee we should meet in joy ? Well , Brother , hast thou done thy part , .. I too Have not been wanting ! Now be His the praise , From whom the impulse came ! That startling call , That voice so well remembered , B ...
... cried , Did I not tell thee we should meet in joy ? Well , Brother , hast thou done thy part , .. I too Have not been wanting ! Now be His the praise , From whom the impulse came ! That startling call , That voice so well remembered , B ...
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... cried , Are they for whom the grave hath peace in store ! The wrongs they have sustained , the woes they bear , Pass not that holy threshold , where Death heals The broken heart . O Lady , thou mayst trust In humble hope , through Him ...
... cried , Are they for whom the grave hath peace in store ! The wrongs they have sustained , the woes they bear , Pass not that holy threshold , where Death heals The broken heart . O Lady , thou mayst trust In humble hope , through Him ...
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... around the dog , and cried , While tears streamed down , Thou , Theron , then hast known Thy poor lost master , .. Theron , none but thou ! XVI . MEANTIME Pelayo up the vale pursued Eastward his XV . 21 RODERICK AT CANGAS .
... around the dog , and cried , While tears streamed down , Thou , Theron , then hast known Thy poor lost master , .. Theron , none but thou ! XVI . MEANTIME Pelayo up the vale pursued Eastward his XV . 21 RODERICK AT CANGAS .
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... rejoiced . Oh that the Musselman were here , he cried , With all his myriads ! While thy day endures , Moor ! thou mayst lord it in the plains ; but here Hath Nature for the free and brave prepared A sanctuary 26 XVI . COVADONGA .
... rejoiced . Oh that the Musselman were here , he cried , With all his myriads ! While thy day endures , Moor ! thou mayst lord it in the plains ; but here Hath Nature for the free and brave prepared A sanctuary 26 XVI . COVADONGA .
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Abulcacem altar amid arms Asturian battle behold Bishop blood brought Caliph cave Chiefs church claspt cloud Count Don Julian Count Julian's Covadonga cried cross dear death Deva Devil Diptyches doth dreadful earth Elder exclaimed eyes faith false Hermit father fear feet fell Florinda gave Goth grave grief hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hermitage Holy Ark Holy Spirit honour hope hour King Don Rodrigo knew knight look Lord Maccabee manner mercy Moors mountain noble o'er orarium Orelio Orpas Oviedo Pelayo penance penitence Pierre de Marca pray prayers receive Rejoicing relics renegade replied rock Roderick ROYAL SPANISH ACADEMY Saints side sins Siverian soul Spain spake 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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237 ページ - O who could tell what deeds were wrought that day, Or who endure to hear the tale of rage, Hatred, and madness, and despair, and fear, Horror, and wounds, and agony, and death, The cries, the blasphemies, the shrieks, and groans, And prayers, which mingled with the din of arms In one wild uproar of terrific sounds...
108 ページ - 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.
10 ページ - 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...
10 ページ - Which in that brightest moon-light well-nigh quenched, Scarce visible, as in the utmost depth Of yonder sapphire infinite, are seen, Draw on with elevating influence Toward eternity the attempered mind. Musing on worlds beyond the grave he stands, And to the Virgin Mother silently Breathes forth her hymn of praise.
163 ページ - 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...
9 ページ - 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.
163 ページ - 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.
127 ページ - Nor did the Moors perceive in what a strait They entered ; for the morn had risen o'ercast, And when the Sunhadreached the height of heaven, Dimly his pale and beamless orb was seen Moving through mist. A soft and gentle rain, Scarce heavier than the summer's evening dew, Descended, . . through so still an atmosphere, That every leaf upon the moveless trees Was studded o'er with rain-drops, bright and full, None falling till from its own weight o'erswoln The motion came. Low on the mountain side...
164 ページ - Thus disarray'd as thou beholdest me, Clean through yon miscreant army have I cut My way unhurt ; but being once by Heaven Preserved, I would not perish with the guilt Of having wilfully provoked my death. Give me thy helmet and thy cuirass ! . . nay, . . Thou wert not wont to let me ask in vain, Nor to gainsay me when my will was known ! To thee methinks I should be still the King.