Italy: A Poem, Том 1J. Murray, 1823 - 200 стор. |
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... heart is light With hope , all pleases , nothing comes amiss ; And soon a passage - boat swept gaily by , Laden with peasant - girls and fruits and flowers , And many a chanticleer and partlet caged For VEVAY'S market B 2 THE LAKE OF ...
... heart is light With hope , all pleases , nothing comes amiss ; And soon a passage - boat swept gaily by , Laden with peasant - girls and fruits and flowers , And many a chanticleer and partlet caged For VEVAY'S market B 2 THE LAKE OF ...
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... heart , Much to the old man's grief . Long he held out , Unwilling to resign her ; and at length , When the third summer came , they stole a match And fled . The act was sudden ; and when far Away , her spirit had misgivings . Then She ...
... heart , Much to the old man's grief . Long he held out , Unwilling to resign her ; and at length , When the third summer came , they stole a match And fled . The act was sudden ; and when far Away , her spirit had misgivings . Then She ...
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... heart , And through the heart the head , clearing away The narrow notions that grow up at home , And in their place grafting Good - Will to All . At least I found it so , nor less at eve , When , bidden as an English traveller ...
... heart , And through the heart the head , clearing away The narrow notions that grow up at home , And in their place grafting Good - Will to All . At least I found it so , nor less at eve , When , bidden as an English traveller ...
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... saw Two boys of lively aspect . Peasant - like They were , and poorly clad , but not unskilled ; With their small voices and an old guitar Winning their mazy progress to my heart In that , the only universal language . But soon Bergamo.
... saw Two boys of lively aspect . Peasant - like They were , and poorly clad , but not unskilled ; With their small voices and an old guitar Winning their mazy progress to my heart In that , the only universal language . But soon Bergamo.
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... heart , Said , " Be thy dwelling thro ' the day , the night , Shunned like COLL'ALTO . " " Twas in that old Castle , Which flanks the cliff with its grey battlements Flung here and there , and , like an eagle's Coll'alto.
... heart , Said , " Be thy dwelling thro ' the day , the night , Shunned like COLL'ALTO . " " Twas in that old Castle , Which flanks the cliff with its grey battlements Flung here and there , and , like an eagle's Coll'alto.
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Сторінка 128 - 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.
Сторінка 129 - Orsini lived ; and long might'st thou have seen An old man wandering as in quest of something, Something he could not find, he knew not what.
Сторінка 59 - There is a glorious city in the sea; The sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing; and the salt sea-weed Clings to the marble of her palaces. No track of men, no footsteps to and fro, Lead to her gates! The path lies o'er the sea, Invisible: and from the land we went, As to a floating city — steering in, And gliding up her streets, as in a dream...
Сторінка 51 - Of heaven; and shalt again. The hour shall come, When they who think to bind the ethereal spirit, Who, like the eagle cowering o'er his prey, Watch with quick eye, and strike and strike again If but a sinew vibrate, shall confess Their wisdom folly.
Сторінка 126 - He who observes it, ere he passes on, Gazes his fill, and comes and comes again, That he may call it up when far away. She sits, inclining forward as to speak, Her lips half-open, and her finger up, As though she said, "Beware!
Сторінка 192 - There it was that I found and visited the famous Galileo, grown old, a prisoner to the Inquisition, for thinking in astronomy otherwise than the Franciscan and Dominican licensers thought.
Сторінка 125 - If ever you should come to Modena, (Where among other relics you may see Tassoni's bucket, — but 'tis not the true one,) Stop at a palace near the Reggio-gate, Dwelt in of old. by one of .the Donati. Its noble gardens, terrace above terrace, And rich in fountains, statues, cypresses, Will long detain you ; but, before you go, Enter the house, — forget it not, I pray you, — And look awhile upon a picture there. 'Tis of a lady in her earliest youth...
Сторінка 152 - Gazing with reverent awe — MILTON, his guest, Just then come forth, all life and enterprise ; He in his old age and extremity, Blind, at noon-day exploring with his staff; His eyes upturned as to the golden sun, His eye-balls idly rolling.
Сторінка 67 - O'er the globe they fling Their monstrous shadows ; and, while yet we speak, Phantom-like, vanish with a dreadful scream ! What — but the last that styled themselves the Caesars?
Сторінка 127 - Beware !" 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 overflowings of an innocent heart — It haunts me still, tho...