Italy, a poem [by S.Rogers].Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1822 - 222 ページ |
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... changed not . Some were almost in the prime ; Nor was a brow o'ercast . Seen as I saw them , Ranged round their hearth - stone in a leisure - hour , B They were a simple and a merry race , Mingling THE GREAT ST . BERNARD . 17.
... changed not . Some were almost in the prime ; Nor was a brow o'ercast . Seen as I saw them , Ranged round their hearth - stone in a leisure - hour , B They were a simple and a merry race , Mingling THE GREAT ST . BERNARD . 17.
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... changed , and sallying forth Into that blank of nature , they became 66 Unearthly beings . Anselm , higher up The dog howls loud and long , and now , observe , Digs with his feet how eagerly ! A man , Dying or dead , lies buried ...
... changed , and sallying forth Into that blank of nature , they became 66 Unearthly beings . Anselm , higher up The dog howls loud and long , and now , observe , Digs with his feet how eagerly ! A man , Dying or dead , lies buried ...
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... changed ; And o'er Mont Cenis , o'er the Simplon winds A path of pleasure . Like a silver zone Flung about carelessly , it shines afar , Catching the eye in many a broken link , In many a turn and traverse as it glides ; And oft above ...
... changed ; And o'er Mont Cenis , o'er the Simplon winds A path of pleasure . Like a silver zone Flung about carelessly , it shines afar , Catching the eye in many a broken link , In many a turn and traverse as it glides ; And oft above ...
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... changed the measure , entering on A pleasant dialogue of sweet and sour , A war of words , and waged with looks and gestures , Between Trappanti and his ancient dame , Mona Lucilia . To and fro it went ; While many a titter on the ...
... changed the measure , entering on A pleasant dialogue of sweet and sour , A war of words , and waged with looks and gestures , Between Trappanti and his ancient dame , Mona Lucilia . To and fro it went ; While many a titter on the ...
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... Changed not so fast for many and many an age , As this small spot . To - day ' twas full of maskers ; And lo , the madness of the Carnival , The monk , the nun , the holy legate masqued : To - morrow came the scaffold and the heads ...
... Changed not so fast for many and many an age , As this small spot . To - day ' twas full of maskers ; And lo , the madness of the Carnival , The monk , the nun , the holy legate masqued : To - morrow came the scaffold and the heads ...
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adorned Alps ancient ARQUA Art thou awhile beauty beneath BERGAMO blood breathed Brenta Brides brow Chamber chapel clime clouds Cosmo cried darkness dead Descending Doge ducal dungeon entered ere-long eyes Ezzelino Father fear feet fell Ferrara fling Florence foot Foscari Francesco Garzia gates gaze Ginevra Gliding glittering gold gone grief Grindelwald hadst hand heard heart Heaven holy hour Hung instant Italy JORASSE lake laugh light line 11 line 13 line 9 lived look Mantua Martigny Mastino mingled MONT BLANC mule noble noon and night NOTE o'er once Padua Palace passage-boat Petrarch roof round sail sate seen shadow sigh Singing sleep slept smiling snow song soon soul splendour stood thee thought thro Titian turned Twas underneath Vasari Venice Verona wall wandered weeping wept wert whence wilt winds young
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124 ページ - 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...
134 ページ - Nor then forget that chamber of the dead, Where the gigantic shapes of Night and Day, Turned into stone, rest everlastingly ; Yet still are breathing, and shed round at noon A twofold influence, — only to be felt — • A light, a darkness, mingling each with each ; Both, and yet neither. There, from age to age, Two ghosts are sitting on their sepulchres. That is the Duke Lorenzo. Mark him welL He meditates, his head upon his hand. What from beneath his helm-like bonnet scowls ? Is it a face,...
61 ページ - Am I in Italy? Is this the Mincius? Are those the distant turrets of Verona ? And shall I sup where Juliet at the Masque Saw her loved Montague, and now sleeps by him ? Such questions hourly do I ask myself; And not a stone, in a cross-way, inscribed 'To Mantua'— 'To Ferrara'— but excites Surprise, and doubt, and self-congratulation.
127 ページ - 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 anything be...
66 ページ - A few in fear. Flying away from him whose boast it was, That the grass grew not where his horse had trod, Gave birth to VENICE.
127 ページ - 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. Great was the joy; but at the Bridal feast, When all sat down, the Bride was wanting there. Nor was she to be found ! Her Father cried "Tis but to make a trial of our love !' And filled his glass to all ; but his hand shook,...
123 ページ - Dwelt in of old by one of the Orsini. Its noble gardens, terrace above terrace, And rich in fountains, statues, cypresses, Will long detain...
140 ページ - Who little thought of what was yet to come, And lived but to be told — he bade Garzia Arise and follow him. Holding in one hand A winking...
79 ページ - Landing, have here performed their several parts, Then left the stage to others. Not a stone In the broad pavement, but to him who has An eye, an ear for the Inanimate World, Tells of Past Ages.
15 ページ - The French and Austrian banners met in conflict. On the same rock beside it stood the church, Reft of its cross, not of its sanctity ; The vesper-bell, for 'twas the vesper-hour, Duly proclaiming thro...