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Thou Star above the night of ages shed, Divinest Plato ! do I meet thine eye ? Oh,
how my spirit upon thine hath fed Thou Seer of my young heart's idolatry ! Until a
Holier was sent from high, Thou stood'st on earth man nearest the divine ; Sole ...
Well dost thou show our course of manhood past : Our race began like thine —
be thine our rest at last ! END OF CANTO II. CANTO III. CONTENTS. The
Campagna. Reflections on the present and 116 THE FALLS OF TERNI.
all in their turn subdued, Yield, and bow down to one eternal shrine; Light
Mutability — life's very name is thine ! XCIX. Away vain musings ! ended as
began : Aimless and hopeless, save to teach us more To make our moment
happy while we ...
... the shapes we dream of there ; Thy smile— the very birth of light ! thine eyes,
Caught from yon heaven their tenderest azure, where The heart's lost happiness
deep buried lies ; Thy brow — beneath whose arch Love ever homeward flies! IX.
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ages Altar arch of Titus awful azure Baiae beautiful Behold beneath blessed bosom breast breath brow Caligula CANTO Cicero Clouds confessed crowned Cuma dared dark death didst divine dost doth dream dust dwells earth eloquent eternal fame feel felt Florence flowers gaze glorious glory grey Hadrian's villa 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 Plato Poet Pompeii pride Ravenna 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 Voice wert wild wreck
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 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.