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...distinguishing attribute of the poetry of Mrs. Hemans is sentiment. She sings fervently of the King of Arragon, musing upon his slain brother, in the midst of a victorious...Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood wai shed, — Thou canst not — and a king") — His dust be mountains on thy head!" lie loosed the...

...answer, where are they?- — If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay ! "Into these glassy eyes put light, — be still! keep...blood was shed, — Thou canst not — and a king ? — His dust be mountains on thy head!" c He loosed the steed ; his slack hand fell, — upon the...

...this cold clay. " Into those glassy eyes put light ; he still, keep down thine ire, Bid those cold lips a blessing speak, this earth is not my sire. Give me back him for whom I fought, for whom my blood was shed, Thou canst not ! and, oh king, his blood be mountains on thy head...

...perjured soul, send life through this cold clay ! " Into these glassy eyes put light, — be sti|l ! keep down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is nnf my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed. — Thou canst not—...

...brother, in the midst of a victorious festival, — of the brave boy perishing at the battle of the Nik, at the post assigned him by his father, — of Del...strove, for whom my blood was shed,— Thou canst nut— and a king ? — His dnst be mountains on thy head !" He loosed the steed; his slack hand fell,...

...answer, where are they? — If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay ! " Into these glassy eyes put light, — be still ! keep...blood was shed, — Thou canst not — and a king? — His dust be mountains on thy head !" He loosed the steed ; his slack hand fell, — upon the silent...

...answer, where are they 1 If thou wouldst clear thy perjur'd soul, send life through this cold clay ! " Into these glassy eyes put light, — be still ! keep...blood was shed, — Thou canst not — and a king ? — His dust be mountains on thy head!" He loos'd the steed ; his slack hand fell ; — upon the...

...answer, where are they ? If thou wouldst clear thy perjur'd soul, send life through this cold clay ! " Into these glassy eyes put light, — be still ! keep...blood was shed, — Thou canst not — and a king ? — His dust be mountains on thy head!" He loos'd the steed ; his slack hand fell ; — upon the...

...answer, where are they ? If thou wouldst clear thy perjur'd soul, send life through this cold clay ! " Into these glassy eyes put light, — be still ! keep...down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak^-this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed,...