Italy: a poem. With historical and classical notes |
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... is rank luxuriance that dies Over its heaped profusion ; where the zone Of Love unbound embraces earth and skies ; O'er which the sweet South sheds its breath of eloquent sighs . XIV . Thou azure - eyed and laughing Italy ! FLORENCE . 9.
... is rank luxuriance that dies Over its heaped profusion ; where the zone Of Love unbound embraces earth and skies ; O'er which the sweet South sheds its breath of eloquent sighs . XIV . Thou azure - eyed and laughing Italy ! FLORENCE . 9.
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... breath of the wild Wind- Balanced - ere feather - like through ether driven ! How in that slight form breathes immortal mind , Grace , speed of thought , and freedom unconfined ! His arm thrown up , he points , and with a smile , To his ...
... breath of the wild Wind- Balanced - ere feather - like through ether driven ! How in that slight form breathes immortal mind , Grace , speed of thought , and freedom unconfined ! His arm thrown up , he points , and with a smile , To his ...
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... breath ? The breath of Love , and yet it is not he : For his head droops , his eyes are cast beneath : His torch of joy sinks quenched beside his knee : Thoughts of the past , and of futurity , Darken upon his brow ; his spirit yearns ...
... breath ? The breath of Love , and yet it is not he : For his head droops , his eyes are cast beneath : His torch of joy sinks quenched beside his knee : Thoughts of the past , and of futurity , Darken upon his brow ; his spirit yearns ...
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... breath , Wrung from her last expiring agonies ! Her pale brow wears the livid hues of death : Her snakes , their folds uncoiling , writhe in rage be- neath ; XLII . And on each other madly now would wreak THE DANCING FAWN . THE MEDUSA . 23.
... breath , Wrung from her last expiring agonies ! Her pale brow wears the livid hues of death : Her snakes , their folds uncoiling , writhe in rage be- neath ; XLII . And on each other madly now would wreak THE DANCING FAWN . THE MEDUSA . 23.
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... Breath'st thou not on us in love's first caress ? Yea , like a Spirit , descending , thou dost bless , And wing our mounting souls with thee on high To feel the love we yearn but to express : ' Reft of thee for a moment , and we die ...
... Breath'st thou not on us in love's first caress ? Yea , like a Spirit , descending , thou dost bless , And wing our mounting souls with thee on high To feel the love we yearn but to express : ' Reft of thee for a moment , and we die ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
Æneid ages Altar arch of Titus awful azure beautiful Behold beneath blessed bosom breast breath brow Cæsar Caligula CANTO Carthage Cicero Clouds confessed crowned Cuma dared dark death divine dost doth dream dust dwells earth eloquent eternal fame feel felt Florence flowers gaze glory grey hath heart heaven hills hope hour hues human immortal impression inspired Italy life's light Liternum living look Lord Byron majesty marble memory Messalina Michael Angelo mighty mind moral mountains Naples Nature Nature's o'er once Paradise passion Phædo Plato Poet Pompeii pride Ravenna rays repose rise rolled Roman Rome round ruins scene shadows shore shrine sigh silence solitude Sorrento soul spirit spot stamped stand stood sublime Suetonius Tacitus Temple thee thine thou thought throne Tiberius tomb truth Vallombrosa Venetian Venice Virgil Vision Voice wert wild wreck
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Страница 475 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, the fair humanities of old religion, the power, the beauty, and the majesty that had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, or chasms and wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished : they live no longer in the faith of reason...
Страница 463 - So Moses, the servant of the Lord, died there in the land of Moab, according to the word of the Lord. And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against Bethpeor ; but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day.
Страница 495 - Nothing then was to be heard but the shrieks of women, the screams of children, and the cries of men ; some calling for their children, others for their parents, others for their husbands, and only distinguishing each other by their voices ; one lamenting his own fate...
Страница 376 - Millions of spirits for his fault amerced Of heaven, and from eternal splendours flung For his revolt; yet faithful how they stood, Their glory withered : as when heaven's fire Hath scathed the forest oaks, or mountain pines, With singed top their stately growth though bare Stands on the blasted heath.
Страница 378 - The earth is a point not only in respect of the heavens above us, but of that heavenly and celestial part within us. That mass of flesh that circumscribes me, limits not my mind. That surface that tells the heavens it hath an end, cannot persuade me I have any.
Страница 387 - Thou shalt go upon the lion and the adder ; the young lion and the dragon shalt thou tread under thy feet.
Страница 378 - For the world, I count it not an inn, but an hospital ; and a place not to live, but to die in. The world that I regard is myself; it is the microcosm of my own frame that I cast mine eye on; for the other, I use it but like my globe, and turn it round sometimes for my recreation.
Страница 495 - ... but the shrieks of women, the screams of children, and the cries of men ; some calling for their children, others for their parents, others for their husbands, and only distinguishing each other by their voices ; one lamenting his own fate, another that of his family ; some wishing to die from the very fear of dying ; some lifting their hands to the gods ; but, the greater part imagining that the last and eternal night was come, which was to destroy the gods and the world together.
Страница 378 - ... whilst I study to find how I am a microcosm or little world, I find myself something more than the great. There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something that was before the elements and owes no homage unto the sun.
Страница 432 - At last a soft and solemn-breathing sound Rose like a steam of rich distill'd perfumes, And stole upon the air...