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... Italian poets , I shall make no apology for attempts at similar variations in the following composition ; satisfied that , if they are unsuccessful , their failure must be in the execution , rather than in the design sanctioned by the ...
... Italian poets , I shall make no apology for attempts at similar variations in the following composition ; satisfied that , if they are unsuccessful , their failure must be in the execution , rather than in the design sanctioned by the ...
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... Italian literature , and perhaps of manners . But the text , within the limits I pro- posed , I soon found hardly sufficient for the labyrinth of external objects and the consequent reflections ; and for the whole of the notes ...
... Italian literature , and perhaps of manners . But the text , within the limits I pro- posed , I soon found hardly sufficient for the labyrinth of external objects and the consequent reflections ; and for the whole of the notes ...
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... estar i ges , their stil cray of independ- de valls of Rome , heard ma Roma Roma : Ruma 2013 ontrast his melancholy < xmitation stiil yelled from of Genoa , of Italy , of France , and i Mont St. Jean , and the betrayal.
... estar i ges , their stil cray of independ- de valls of Rome , heard ma Roma Roma : Ruma 2013 ontrast his melancholy < xmitation stiil yelled from of Genoa , of Italy , of France , and i Mont St. Jean , and the betrayal.
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... Italy has gained by the late transfer of nations , it were useless for Englishmen to inquire , till it becomes ascertained that England has acquired something more than a permanent army and a suspended Habeas Corpus ; it is enough for ...
... Italy has gained by the late transfer of nations , it were useless for Englishmen to inquire , till it becomes ascertained that England has acquired something more than a permanent army and a suspended Habeas Corpus ; it is enough for ...
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... Italy ! IV . But unto us she hath a spell beyond Her name in story , and her long array Of mighty shadows , whose dim forms despond Above the dogeless city's vanish'd sway ; Ours is a trophy which will not decay With the Rialto ...
... Italy ! IV . But unto us she hath a spell beyond Her name in story , and her long array Of mighty shadows , whose dim forms despond Above the dogeless city's vanish'd sway ; Ours is a trophy which will not decay With the Rialto ...
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Page 84 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Page 122 - Alas, the lofty city ! and alas, The trebly hundred triumphs ! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away ! Alas for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page ! But these shall be Her resurrection ; all beside— decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free ! LXXXIII.
Page 83 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Page 85 - And this is in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee!
Page 69 - But hark ! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm ! Arm ! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar...
Page 68 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street ; On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined ; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet...
Page 83 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Page 41 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Page 66 - Yet must I think less wildly : — I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd.
Page 144 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone — with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook his former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in his honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect ? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.