Italy: a poem. With historical and classical notes |
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... evanescent banks below : Till , step by step , thy loftier throne descending , Dark Apennine ! those shapes aërial grow Palpably fixed - till rising , shadowed by thy brow , VIII . Athens of Italy ! -I gaze on thee 6 THE APENNINES .
... evanescent banks below : Till , step by step , thy loftier throne descending , Dark Apennine ! those shapes aërial grow Palpably fixed - till rising , shadowed by thy brow , VIII . Athens of Italy ! -I gaze on thee 6 THE APENNINES .
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... throne ; Pure as the eyes of holiest Innocence , When opening on the heaven which is her own . Beneath - what prodigality is shown , Where waste is rank luxuriance that dies Over its heaped profusion ; where the zone Of Love unbound ...
... throne ; Pure as the eyes of holiest Innocence , When opening on the heaven which is her own . Beneath - what prodigality is shown , Where waste is rank luxuriance that dies Over its heaped profusion ; where the zone Of Love unbound ...
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... throne : Ah ! better were it had she madness known ; But still she lives , retaining consciousness ; Look how she stands imploringly in stone ! Her child still grasping in her wild caress , The passions speaking still that tell ye her ...
... throne : Ah ! better were it had she madness known ; But still she lives , retaining consciousness ; Look how she stands imploringly in stone ! Her child still grasping in her wild caress , The passions speaking still that tell ye her ...
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... throne doth stand Based on the Rock of ages ! thou hast wreathed The Olive - branch around thy sceptered hand ; And kingdoms , at thy word , their swords have sheathed ; And oh ! how god - like thou , who hast bequeathed That Gift which ...
... throne doth stand Based on the Rock of ages ! thou hast wreathed The Olive - branch around thy sceptered hand ; And kingdoms , at thy word , their swords have sheathed ; And oh ! how god - like thou , who hast bequeathed That Gift which ...
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... evanescent grown , As the o'ershadowing sea - mists round them sweep ; Away ! -no shadows they , but , nearer shown , Fair Venice seated still upon her Ocean - throne ! IV . Yea , there she rises on the waters 70 SUNSET ON VENICE .
... evanescent grown , As the o'ershadowing sea - mists round them sweep ; Away ! -no shadows they , but , nearer shown , Fair Venice seated still upon her Ocean - throne ! IV . Yea , there she rises on the waters 70 SUNSET ON VENICE .
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...