Hispanic AnthologyG.P. Putnam's Sons, 1920 - 779 Seiten |
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afar Alhama Alice Stone Blackwell amid Arthur Symons autores españoles beauty behold beneath Biblioteca de autores Bogotá born breast breath bright brow Cancionero de Baena cloud dark death dost doth dread dream earth eternal eyes fair FERNANDO DE HERRERA flame flowers FRANCISCO gentle glory gold golden grief H. W. Longfellow hand hast hath heart heaven Hispanic Hispanic Society John Bowring JOSÉ JOSÉ ASUNCIÓN SILVA Juan Keep watch King kiss land LETRILLA light live LUIS Madrid MANUEL mighty moon Mother mountain Muna Lee native ne'er never night o'er Obras pain pass peace poems Poesías poet Roderick Gill rose Seville shadow shining sighs singing skies smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul Spain Spanish Spanish poetry star sweet tears tell thee thine Thomas Walsh thou unto voice waves weeping William Cullen Bryant wind wings
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Seite 287 - BLESSED, yet sinful one, and broken-hearted ! The crowd are pointing at the thing forlorn, In wonder and in scorn ! Thou weepest days of innocence departed ; Thou weepest, and thy tears have power to move The Lord to pity and love. The greatest of thy follies is forgiven, Even for the least of all the tears that shine On that pale cheek of thine.
Seite 247 - Lover with loved in marriage of delight. Upon my flowery breast, Wholly for him, and save himself for none, There did I give sweet rest To my beloved one; The fanning of the cedars breathed thereon.
Seite 368 - I would that I could utter My feelings without shame, And tell him how I love him, Nor wrong my virgin fame. Alas ! to seize the moment When heart inclines to heart, And press a suit with passion, Is not a woman's part. If man come not to gather The roses where they stand, They fade among their foliage ; They cannot seek his hand.
Seite 131 - The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gates to those Of Bivarambla on he goes. Woe is me, Alhama!
Seite 141 - Long I liv'd beneath thy roof ; Oft I've in the lists of glory Seen thee win the prize of proof. Well I know thy aged parents, Well thy blooming bride I know ; Seven years I was thy captive, Seven years of pain and woe. May our prophet grant my wishes, Haughty chief, thou shalt be mine : Thou shalt drink that cup of sorrow, Which I drank when I was thine.
Seite 322 - ... Tis sweet, in the green Spring, To gaze upon the wakening fields around ; Birds in the thicket sing, Winds whisper, waters prattle from the ground ; A thousand odors rise, Breathed up from blossoms of a thousand dyes. Shadowy, and close, and cool, The pine and poplar keep their quiet nook...
Seite 405 - I loved, Shunning the meaner track of common minds, To look on Nature in her loftier moods. At the fierce rushing of the hurricane, At the near bursting of the thunderbolt, I have been touched with joy ; and when the sea, Lashed by the wind, hath rocked my bark, and showed Its yawning caves beneath me, I have loved Its dangers and the wrath of elements. But never yet the madness of the sea Hath moved me as thy grandenr moves me now.
Seite 412 - Giant of air! we bid thee hail! — ** How his gray skirts toss in the whirling gale; How his huge and writhing arms are bent To clasp the zone of the firmament, And fold at length, in their dark embrace, From mountain to mountain the visible space!
Seite 254 - THE works of human artifice soon tire The curious eye ; the fountain's sparkling rill, And gardens, when adorned by human skill, Reproach the feeble hand, the vain desire. But oh ! the free and wild magnificence Of Nature, in her lavish hours, doth steal, In admiration silent and intense, The soul of him who hath a soul to feel.
Seite 387 - neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And, lo! Creation widened in man's view. Who could have thought such darkness lay concealed Within thy beams, O Sun? or who could find, Whilst fly and leaf and insect stood revealed, That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind? Why do we then shun Death with anxious strife? If Light can thus deceive, wherefore not Life?