The Poetical Works of Robert Southey, Esq. ...: Roderick, the last of the GothsLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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... hand ; they fell upon his neck , .. They wept ; .. they blest Almighty Providence , Which had restored him thus from bondage free : God was with them and their good cause , they said ; His hand was here , .. His shield was over them ...
... hand ; they fell upon his neck , .. They wept ; .. they blest Almighty Providence , Which had restored him thus from bondage free : God was with them and their good cause , they said ; His hand was here , .. His shield was over them ...
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... hand ? A helm Presses the clusters of her flaxen hair ; The shield is on her arm ; her breast is mailed ; A sword - belt is her girdle , and right well It may be seen that sword hath done its work To - day , for upward from the wrist or ...
... hand ? A helm Presses the clusters of her flaxen hair ; The shield is on her arm ; her breast is mailed ; A sword - belt is her girdle , and right well It may be seen that sword hath done its work To - day , for upward from the wrist or ...
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... livelier hope , a more assurëd faith . Smiling benignant then amid her tears , She took Florinda by the hand , and said , soul . I ever deemed his fall ر I little thought that I should live to bless XV . 17 RODERICK AT CANGAS .
... livelier hope , a more assurëd faith . Smiling benignant then amid her tears , She took Florinda by the hand , and said , soul . I ever deemed his fall ر I little thought that I should live to bless XV . 17 RODERICK AT CANGAS .
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... hand , and earnestly looked up With eyes whose human meaning did not need The aid of speech ; and moaned , as if at once To court and chide the long - withheld caress . A feeling uncommixed with sense of guilt Or shame , yet painfullest ...
... hand , and earnestly looked up With eyes whose human meaning did not need The aid of speech ; and moaned , as if at once To court and chide the long - withheld caress . A feeling uncommixed with sense of guilt Or shame , yet painfullest ...
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... hand , here hung with woods , Here rich with heath , that o'er some smooth ascent Its purple glory spread , or golden gorse ; Bare here , and striated with many a hue , Scored by the wintry rain ; by torrents here Riven , and with ...
... hand , here hung with woods , Here rich with heath , that o'er some smooth ascent Its purple glory spread , or golden gorse ; Bare here , and striated with many a hue , Scored by the wintry rain ; by torrents here Riven , and with ...
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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.