Memorials of Many ScenesE. Moxon, 1844 - 203 стор. |
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... thing that slumberèd In the deep and silent Eld . The golden school of Eld is rife With many a God - sent ray , And jewel - gleams of perfect life , Hereditary day ! Alas ! we cannot quite awake , — But when we feel we dream , That hour ...
... thing that slumberèd In the deep and silent Eld . The golden school of Eld is rife With many a God - sent ray , And jewel - gleams of perfect life , Hereditary day ! Alas ! we cannot quite awake , — But when we feel we dream , That hour ...
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... things inanimate , Wont with inclinèd ear to listen , Where branches rock or fountains rise , Till high intelligences glisten In their intense Egyptian eyes , — So I began , in that light breeze , Glancing along those noted seas , To ...
... things inanimate , Wont with inclinèd ear to listen , Where branches rock or fountains rise , Till high intelligences glisten In their intense Egyptian eyes , — So I began , in that light breeze , Glancing along those noted seas , To ...
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... things , an especial and enduring fame , and have become an integral part of the history of later Europe , is highly impro- bable , and I think the whole cause of the distinction will be found in the aggressive measures of Ali Pasha ...
... things , an especial and enduring fame , and have become an integral part of the history of later Europe , is highly impro- bable , and I think the whole cause of the distinction will be found in the aggressive measures of Ali Pasha ...
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... things may seem just to your nature and name , To us they are baseness , and folly , and shame . I ask you would Nature have planted us there , Where Earth's farthest region is bounded by air , Where the great Eagle pauses in wonder to ...
... things may seem just to your nature and name , To us they are baseness , and folly , and shame . I ask you would Nature have planted us there , Where Earth's farthest region is bounded by air , Where the great Eagle pauses in wonder to ...
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... foe , Is part of our being , —the thing must be so , — As the Faith we adore , as the Hills where we range , As the blood of our Fathers , that never can change . Ali Pasha knows that the hate we have vowed Can THE SULIOT TO THE FRANK . 31.
... foe , Is part of our being , —the thing must be so , — As the Faith we adore , as the Hills where we range , As the blood of our Fathers , that never can change . Ali Pasha knows that the hate we have vowed Can THE SULIOT TO THE FRANK . 31.
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Memorials of Many Scenes Baron Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2012 |
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æther Ali Pasha ancient battle of Marathon bear beauty beneath BISHOP KEN blessed bliss bosom bound breath bright brow calm charm cliffs dare dark dead dear death deep delight desolate divine dream earth eyes fair faith fall fame fate fear feel Fiesole gaze glory gold Gondola grace grave Grecian Greece hand heart Heaven Herodotus hills holy hour Italy light living looks memory mortal mountains Naples Nature Nature's never night Nymph o'er Parthenon pass passion Pausanias Pelion Peneus PETRARCH Phaon plain Poet Poet's pride Provençal rest rise rock Rome round Sappho scene scorn sense shame shore smiles song sorrow soul spirit splendour stone stood stranger strong Suli sweet sympathy tears temples thee thine things thou art thought tide toil tomb Traun tremble ULLSWATER Venetian Venice voice Volo waves wonder
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Сторінка 191 - But above the cross there glistened A golden Coronet. For her the obsequious beadle The inner door flung wide; Lightly, as up a ball-room, Her footsteps seemed to glide,— There might be good thoughts in her, For all her evil pride. But after her a woman Peeped wistfully within, On whose wan face was graven Life's hardest...
Сторінка 94 - Not in the rude compiler's painted shell, But in thine own memorials of live stone, And in the pictures of thy kneeling princes, And in the lofty words on lofty tombs, And in the breath of ancient chroniclers, And in the music of the outer sea.
Сторінка 61 - Or may I woo thee In earlier Sicilian ? or thy smiles Seek as they once were sought, in Grecian isles, By bards who died content on pleasant sward, Leaving great verse unto a little clan ? O, give me their old vigour, and unheard Save of the quiet Primrose, and the span Of heaven and few ears, Rounded by thee, my song should die away Content as theirs, Rich in the simple worship of a day.
Сторінка 94 - Now the tones become clearer— you hear more and more How the water divided returns on the oar — Does the prow of the gondola strike on the stair ? Do the voices and instruments pause and prepare? Oh ! they faint on the ear as the lamp on the view, ' ' I am passing — preme — but I stay not for you...
Сторінка 138 - The name, into whose splendour thou wert born, Thou art about to change for that which stands Writ on the proudest work* that mortal hands Have raised from earth, Religion to adorn. Take it rejoicing, — take with thee thy dower, Britain's best blood, and Beauty ever new, Being of mind ; may the cool northern dew Still rest upon thy leaves, transplanted flower ! Mingling thy English nature, pure and true, With the bright growth of each Italian hour.
Сторінка 189 - Yet lay he to the sacred wall As close as he was able; The blessed crumbs might almost fall Upon him from God's table. Who was this father of the Church So secret in his glory? In vain might antiquarians...
Сторінка 192 - Peep'd wistfully within, On whose wan face was graven Life's hardest discipline — The trace of the sad trinity Of weakness, pain, and sin. The few free-seats were crowded Where she could rest and pray ; With her worn garb contrasted Each side in fair array — " God's house holds no poor sinners,
Сторінка 94 - When along the light ripple the far serenade Has accosted the ear of each passionate maid, She may open the window that looks on the stream, — She may smile on her pillow and blend it in dream ; Half in words, half in music, it pierces the gloom,
Сторінка 154 - SAVE where Garganus, with low-ridged bound, Protects the North; the eye outstretching far Surveys one sea of gently-swelling ground, A fitly-moulded " Orchestra of War." Here Aufidus, between his humble banks With wild thyme plotted, winds along the plain, A devious path, as when the serried ranks Passed over it, that passed not back again. The long-horned herds enjoy the cool delight, Sleeping half-merged, to shun the deep sun-glow, Which, that May-morning,* dazed the Roman sight, But fell innocuous...
Сторінка 14 - Not only with her antique properties, But with all other gifts and privilege, Within the circle of his regal hand. Now forward, — forward on a beaming path, But be each step as fair as hope has feigned it, For me, the memory of the little while, That here I rested happily, within The close-drawn pale of English sympathies, Will bear the fruit of many an after-thought, Bright in the dubious track of after-years. A DREAM OF SAPPHO. THB range of rocks which forms the