Plays: The bethrothal; The widow's marriage

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Ticknor and Fields, 1856
 

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Página 329 - Be still, be still, my brave sailors! You shall see the fields again, And smell the scent of the opening flowers; The grass, and the waving grain.
Página 328 - The summer went, the winter came — We could not rule the year ; But summer will melt the ice again, And open a path to the sunny main, Whereon our ships shall steer.
Página 340 - ... fought, until the sword Snapped in his sturdy hand. " Among the foe, with that high scorn Which laughs at earthly fears, He hurled the broken hilt, and drew His dagger on the spears. " They hewed the hauberk from his breast, The helmet from his head, They hewed the hands from off his limbs, — From every vein he bled. " Clasping the standard to his heart, He raised one dying peal, That rang as if a trumpet blew, — 'Olea for Castile !'" When Vasco Nunez de Balboa, Sept.
Página 327 - A sled were better than a ship, To cruise through ice and snow. Down sank the baleful crimson sun, The Northern Light came out, And glared upon the ice-bound ships And shook its spears about. The snow came down, storm breeding storm, And on the decks was laid, Till the weary sailor, sick at heart, Sank down beside his spade. "Sir John, the night is black and long ; The hissing wind is bleak ; The hard green ice is strong as death : I prithee, captain, speak ! " The night is neither bright nor short;...
Página 327 - The summer's gone, the winter's come : We sail not on yonder sea ; Why sail we not, Sir John Franklin?" A silent man was he. " The summer goes, the winter comes : We cannot rule the year : I ween, we cannot rule the ways, Sir John, wherein we'd steer.
Página 339 - Spare pity, king of Aragon ! I would not hear thee lie: My lord is looking down from heaven To see his standard fly.
Página 338 - His courser reared, and plunged, and neighed, Loathing the fight to yield, But the coward spurred him to the bone, And drove him from the field. Gonzalez in his stirrups rose — " Turn, turn, thou traitor knight ! Thou bold tongue in a lady's bower, Thou dastard in a fight ! " But vainly valiant Gomez cried Across the waning fray ; Pale Lara and his craven band To Burgos scoured away.
Página 339 - From the widowed wives of Aragon That fatal news to hear. ' Backward and backward Gomez fought, And high o'er the clashing steel, Plainer and plainer, rose the cry, " Olea for Castile !" Backward fought Gomez, step by step, Till the cry was close at hand, Till his dauntless standard shadowed him; And there he made his stand.
Página 328 - Ye pray for the silly seal. Sir John, where are the English fields ? And where are the English trees? And where are the little English flowers That open in the breeze?
Página 330 - Twas cruel to send us here to starve, Without a helping hand. 'Twas cruel, Sir John, to send us here, So far from help or home, To starve and freeze on this lonely sea: I ween the lords of the Admiralty Would rather send than come.

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