Poems [the poetical works of S.Rogers].E. Moxon, 1845 |
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... followed , landing soon Where steps of purest marble met the wave ; Where , through the trellises and corridors , Soft music came as from ARMIDA's palace , Breathing enchantment o'er the woods and waters ; And thro ' a bright pavilion ...
... followed , landing soon Where steps of purest marble met the wave ; Where , through the trellises and corridors , Soft music came as from ARMIDA's palace , Breathing enchantment o'er the woods and waters ; And thro ' a bright pavilion ...
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... Bellaggio ; But the strain followed me ; and still I saw Thy smile , ANGELICA ; and still I heard Thy voice - once and again bidding adieu . * Commonly called Paul Veronese . BERGAMO . THE song was one that I had heard 42.
... Bellaggio ; But the strain followed me ; and still I saw Thy smile , ANGELICA ; and still I heard Thy voice - once and again bidding adieu . * Commonly called Paul Veronese . BERGAMO . THE song was one that I had heard 42.
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... at Padua , though less singular and striking in themselves . Francis Carrara , the Elder , used often to visit Petrarch in his small house at Arquà , and followed him on foot to his grave . The three - and - twenty kings , by adverse 45.
... at Padua , though less singular and striking in themselves . Francis Carrara , the Elder , used often to visit Petrarch in his small house at Arquà , and followed him on foot to his grave . The three - and - twenty kings , by adverse 45.
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... followed fast by shapes As new and strange - Emperor , and King , and Czar , And Soldan , each , with a gigantic stride , Trampling on all the flourishing works of peace To make his greatness greater , and inscribe His name in blood ...
... followed fast by shapes As new and strange - Emperor , and King , and Czar , And Soldan , each , with a gigantic stride , Trampling on all the flourishing works of peace To make his greatness greater , and inscribe His name in blood ...
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... followed , there was always a mask in a magnificent habit , relating marvellous adventures , and call- ing himself Messer Marco Millioni . Millioni was the name given by his fellow - citizens in his life - time to the great traveller ...
... followed , there was always a mask in a magnificent habit , relating marvellous adventures , and call- ing himself Messer Marco Millioni . Millioni was the name given by his fellow - citizens in his life - time to the great traveller ...
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age to age AMALFI ancient beautiful beneath Boccaccio BOLOGNA breath called Catullus church Cimabue City cliff clime clouds comes cried dark dead death delight Doge door dream drew dusk till dawn earth ELEONORA DI TOLEDO entered ere long eyes father fear fell fled Florence gate gazed GENOA glimmering gold Gondolier gone grave groves hadst hand heard heart heaven holy hour ITALY La Scala lake length light lived look lost Montesquieu moon night noble numbered o'er once Padua palaces passed Petrarch pleasure Pompeii rest ROME round sacred sail sate says seen sigh silent sitting sleep song soon splendour spoke stir stood stranger sung temple thee things thou art thou hast thought thousand thro Titian tomb tower travelled turned Twas VENICE Verdea verse VIRGIL voice walls wander whence wild young youth
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Сторінка 7 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Сторінка 87 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, In the Rialto, you have rated me About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug ; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe : You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own'.
Сторінка 112 - When on an idle day, a day of search "Mid the old lumber in the gallery, That mouldering chest was noticed ; and 'twas said By one as young, as thoughtless as Ginevra, " Why not remove it from its lurking-place...
Сторінка 53 - 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, So smoothly, silently, — by many a dome, Mosque-like, and many a stately portico, The statues ranged along an azure sky; By many a pile in more than Eastern pride, Of old the residence of merchant-kings; The fronts of some, though time had shattered them,...
Сторінка 109 - Stop at a Palace near the Reggio-gate, Dwelt in of old by one of the Orsini. Its noble gardens, terrace above terrace, And rich in fountains, statues, cypresses, Will long detain thee ; thro...
Сторінка 35 - WHO first beholds those everlasting clouds, Seed-time and harvest, morning, noon and night, Still where they were, steadfast, immovable ; ' Who first beholds the Alps — that mighty chain Of Mountains, stretching on from east to west, So massive, yet so shadowy, so ethereal, As to belong rather to Heaven than Earth — But instantly receives into his soul A sense, a feeling that he loses not, A something that informs him 'tis a moment Whence he may date henceforward and for ever...
Сторінка 180 - Of law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
Сторінка 317 - That what the greatest and choicest wits of Athens, Rome, or modern Italy, and those Hebrews of old did for their country, I in my proportion with this over and above of being a Christian, might do for mine : not caring to be once named abroad, though perhaps I could attain to that, but content with these British Islands as my world...
Сторінка 111 - 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...
Сторінка 112 - That mouldering chest was noticed ; and 'twas said By one as young, as thoughtless as Ginevra, " Why not remove it from its lurking-place ?" 'Twas done as soon as said ; but on the way It burst, it fell ; and lo ! a skeleton With here and there a pearl, an emerald-stone, A golden clasp, clasping a shred of gold.