Italy, a poem [by S.Rogers].Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1822 - 222 стор. |
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... Awhile his Orb Hung o'er thy trackless fields of snow , Mont Blanc , Thy seas of ice and ice - built promontories , That change their shapes for ever as in sport ; Then travelled onward and went down behind The pine - clad heights of ...
... Awhile his Orb Hung o'er thy trackless fields of snow , Mont Blanc , Thy seas of ice and ice - built promontories , That change their shapes for ever as in sport ; Then travelled onward and went down behind The pine - clad heights of ...
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... the Hospital - church . " So saying , for awhile he held his peace , Awe - struck beneath that dreadful Canopy ; But soon , the danger passed , launched forth again . IV . JORASSE . JORASSE was in his three - 24 THE DESCENT .
... the Hospital - church . " So saying , for awhile he held his peace , Awe - struck beneath that dreadful Canopy ; But soon , the danger passed , launched forth again . IV . JORASSE . JORASSE was in his three - 24 THE DESCENT .
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... desert , Jugglers , stage - dancers . Well might Charlemain , And his brave peers , each with his visor up , On their long lances lean and gaze awhile , When the Venetian to their eyes disclosed The wonders of 68 VENICE .
... desert , Jugglers , stage - dancers . Well might Charlemain , And his brave peers , each with his visor up , On their long lances lean and gaze awhile , When the Venetian to their eyes disclosed The wonders of 68 VENICE .
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... Awhile they gaze on the fallen multitude , Each with his sabre up , in act to strike ; Then , as at once recovering from the spell , Rush forward to the altar , and as soon Are gone again - amid no clash of arms Bearing THE BRIDES OF ...
... Awhile they gaze on the fallen multitude , Each with his sabre up , in act to strike ; Then , as at once recovering from the spell , Rush forward to the altar , and as soon Are gone again - amid no clash of arms Bearing THE BRIDES OF ...
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... awhile his grief , " if I may still Call thee my Son , if thou art innocent , As I would fain believe , " but , as he speaks , He falls , " submit without a murmur . " Night , That to the World brought revelry , to 108 FOSCARI .
... awhile his grief , " if I may still Call thee my Son , if thou art innocent , As I would fain believe , " but , as he speaks , He falls , " submit without a murmur . " Night , That to the World brought revelry , to 108 FOSCARI .
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adorned Alps ancient ARQUA Art thou awhile beauty beneath BERGAMO blood breathed Brenta Brides brow Chamber chapel clime clouds Cosmo cried darkness dead Descending Doge ducal dungeon entered ere-long eyes Ezzelino Father fear feet fell Ferrara fling Florence foot Foscari Francesco Garzia gates gaze Ginevra Gliding glittering gold gone grief Grindelwald hadst hand heard heart Heaven holy hour Hung instant Italy JORASSE lake laugh light line 11 line 13 line 9 lived look Mantua Martigny Mastino mingled MONT BLANC mule noble noon and night NOTE o'er once Padua Palace passage-boat Petrarch roof round sail sate seen shadow sigh Singing sleep slept smiling snow song soon soul splendour stood thee thought thro Titian turned Twas underneath Vasari Venice Verona wall wandered weeping wept wert whence wilt winds young
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Сторінка 124 - Her vest of gold Broidered with flowers, and clasped from head to foot: An emerald stone in every golden clasp; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, — The...
Сторінка 134 - Nor then forget that chamber of the dead, Where the gigantic shapes of Night and Day, Turned into stone, rest everlastingly ; Yet still are breathing, and shed round at noon A twofold influence, — only to be felt — • A light, a darkness, mingling each with each ; Both, and yet neither. There, from age to age, Two ghosts are sitting on their sepulchres. That is the Duke Lorenzo. Mark him welL He meditates, his head upon his hand. What from beneath his helm-like bonnet scowls ? Is it a face,...
Сторінка 61 - Am I in Italy? Is this the Mincius? Are those the distant turrets of Verona ? And shall I sup where Juliet at the Masque Saw her loved Montague, and now sleeps by him ? Such questions hourly do I ask myself; And not a stone, in a cross-way, inscribed 'To Mantua'— 'To Ferrara'— but excites Surprise, and doubt, and self-congratulation.
Сторінка 127 - Tis but to make a trial of our love !" And filled his glass to all ; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest the panic spread. 'Twas but that instant she had left Francesco, Laughing and looking back and flying still, Her ivory -tooth imprinted on his finger. But now, alas ! she was not to be found ; Nor from that hour could anything be...
Сторінка 66 - A few in fear. Flying away from him whose boast it was, That the grass grew not where his horse had trod, Gave birth to VENICE.
Сторінка 127 - Her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue. But now the day was come, the day, the hour ; Now, frowning, smiling, for the hundredth time, The nurse, that ancient lady, preached decorum ; And, in the lustre of her youth, she gave Her hand, with her heart in it, to Francesco. Great was the joy; but at the Bridal feast, When all sat down, the Bride was wanting there. Nor was she to be found ! Her Father cried "Tis but to make a trial of our love !' And filled his glass to all ; but his hand shook,...
Сторінка 123 - Dwelt in of old by one of the Orsini. Its noble gardens, terrace above terrace, And rich in fountains, statues, cypresses, Will long detain...
Сторінка 140 - Who little thought of what was yet to come, And lived but to be told — he bade Garzia Arise and follow him. Holding in one hand A winking...
Сторінка 79 - Landing, have here performed their several parts, Then left the stage to others. Not a stone In the broad pavement, but to him who has An eye, an ear for the Inanimate World, Tells of Past Ages.
Сторінка 15 - The French and Austrian banners met in conflict. On the same rock beside it stood the church, Reft of its cross, not of its sanctity ; The vesper-bell, for 'twas the vesper-hour, Duly proclaiming thro...