Poems of Places: Spain, Portugal, Belgium, and HollandHenry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 |
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Common terms and phrases
afar ALBUERA Alhama Alhambra Almanzor arms banner battle beauty behold beneath Bidasoa blood bowers brave breast breath bright brow Cadiz castle Christian Churton Cordova crown dark dead death deep doth Dub a-dub eyes fair Felicia Hemans flow flowers gallant gate gaze George Croly glory grace Granada Guadalquivir hath heart heaven hills holy horse J. G. Lockhart John Bowring king knight ladies lance land Lord Lord Byron loud Ludwig Uhland Luis de Góngora maid mighty Moorish Moors morning Moslem mountain murmurs ne'er noble o'er once pale Pascal Vivas Pedro plain proud ride Rio Verde river Robert Southey rock Rodrigo rolled rose round Saint Seville shining shore sight silent song soul sound Spain Spaniards Spanish Ballad spear stand steed stone stream sweet tears thee Théophile Gautier thou throng tower town vale voice walls waves weeping wild wind
Popular passages
Page 99 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 99 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow...
Page 206 - And in that form didst suffer here Torment, and agony, and fear, So patiently ; By thy redeeming grace alone, And not for merits of my own, O, pardon me ! " As thus the dying warrior prayed, Without one gathering mist or shade Upon his mind ; Encircled by his family, Watched by affection's gentle eye So soft and kind ; His soul to Him, who gave it, rose ; God lead it to its long repose, Its glorious rest ! And, though the warrior's sun has set, Its light shall linger round us yet, Bright, radiant,...
Page 74 - NOBLY, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay ; Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay ; In the dimmest North-East distance dawned Gibraltar grand and grey ; " Here and here did England help me : how can I help England...
Page 100 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Page 169 - The hosts of Don Rodrigo were scattered in dismay, When lost was the eighth battle; nor heart, nor hope, had they; He, when he saw that field was lost, and all his hope was flown, He turned him from his flying host, and took his way alone.
Page 148 - He who holds no laws in awe, He must perish by the law; And Granada must be won, And thyself with her undone.
Page 168 - Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Page 66 - Then comes the bride Ximena — the King he holds her hand ; And the Queen, and, all in fur and pall, the nobles of the land ; All down the street the ears of wheat are round Ximena flying, But the King lifts off her bosom sweet whatever there is lying. Quoth Suero, when he saw it (his thought you understand), " 'Tis a fine thing to be a King ; but Heaven make me a hand...
Page 168 - By its own weight made steadfast and immovable. Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.