Poems, Dialogues in Verse, and Epigrams by Walter Savage Landor, 7 tomasJ. M. Dent & Company, 1892 |
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... voice of history Is hardly known , however nigh , attuned In softer accents to the sickened ear ; But thou hast heard , for nurses tell these tales , Whether I drew my sword for Witiza Abandoned by the people he betrayed , Tho ' brother ...
... voice of history Is hardly known , however nigh , attuned In softer accents to the sickened ear ; But thou hast heard , for nurses tell these tales , Whether I drew my sword for Witiza Abandoned by the people he betrayed , Tho ' brother ...
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... voice I hear , And , passing out of youth and out of life , I would not turn at last , and disobey . 110 120 SECOND ACT : SECOND SCENE .. SISABERT enters . Sisabert . Uncle , and is it true , say , can it be , That thou art leader of ...
... voice I hear , And , passing out of youth and out of life , I would not turn at last , and disobey . 110 120 SECOND ACT : SECOND SCENE .. SISABERT enters . Sisabert . Uncle , and is it true , say , can it be , That thou art leader of ...
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... voice alone can utter it . . another . Sisabert . Ah lost Covilla ! can a thirst of Alter thy heart thus to abandon mine , And change my very nature at one blow ? power Covilla . I told you , dearest Sisabert , ' twas vain To urge me ...
... voice alone can utter it . . another . Sisabert . Ah lost Covilla ! can a thirst of Alter thy heart thus to abandon mine , And change my very nature at one blow ? power Covilla . I told you , dearest Sisabert , ' twas vain To urge me ...
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... voice , To whom among the blessed it arose , Swelling so sweet ; when rang the vesper - bell And every finger ceast from the guitar , And every tongue was silent through our land ; When , from remotest earth , friends met again , Hung ...
... voice , To whom among the blessed it arose , Swelling so sweet ; when rang the vesper - bell And every finger ceast from the guitar , And every tongue was silent through our land ; When , from remotest earth , friends met again , Hung ...
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... voice ! ' tis Egilona : come , Recall thy courage , dear unhappy girl , Let us away . Egilona . SECOND ACT : THIRD SCENE . EGILONA enters . Remain ; I order thee . Attend , and do thy duty : I am queen , Unbent to degradation . Covilla ...
... voice ! ' tis Egilona : come , Recall thy courage , dear unhappy girl , Let us away . Egilona . SECOND ACT : THIRD SCENE . EGILONA enters . Remain ; I order thee . Attend , and do thy duty : I am queen , Unbent to degradation . Covilla ...
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Abdalazis Acciajoli Agatha Agnes Agrippa Andrea Antony Archbishop art thou Aversa Balzo Boccaccio brave breast Butello Cæsar Caraccioli Caraffa Casarion Charmian child Cleopatra Consul Count Julian Countess Covilla death Dolabella Durazzo earth Egilona enemies Erminia eyes Father John fear Ferrante Fiammetta Filippa Fra Rupert Frate friar friends Gallus Giovanna Giovanna of Naples Giulio hand hath hear heard heart heaven Herald Hernando hither holy honour Hungary Iphigeneia Ippolito Iras king Klapwrath knowest lady Landor live look lookt lord Marchesella Marg Margarita Maria Maximin Mecanas Minuzzi Muza Naples never o'er Octavius Opas Paolucci peace Petrarca prince Psein queen Rienzi Roderigo Rufus Rupert Sancia SCENE Scopas Seneschal shalt Sisabert smile Soldier soul Spinello Stamura Stephen sweet sword Taranto Tarik tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thro throne twas Tyrrel voice Walter Savage Landor Witiza words Zinga ΙΟ
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