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... page ; but above all did he love to sing of his own beautiful , luxuriant , and most dear Italy ; -fallen though she was from her high estate , the memory of 1 ו 1 her past grandeur and glory inflamed him , and the THE POET'S DAUGHTER . 17.
... page ; but above all did he love to sing of his own beautiful , luxuriant , and most dear Italy ; -fallen though she was from her high estate , the memory of 1 ו 1 her past grandeur and glory inflamed him , and the THE POET'S DAUGHTER . 17.
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... Italy , and the Prince possessed the art of discovering real merit or genius , in an eminent degree . About this period he came into Florence for the winter , with his numerous suite of artists , musicians , etc .; and his young ...
... Italy , and the Prince possessed the art of discovering real merit or genius , in an eminent degree . About this period he came into Florence for the winter , with his numerous suite of artists , musicians , etc .; and his young ...
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... Italian friends deeply , and was soon the delight of their circle : she sang divinely , nature had gifted her with a touching , clear , rich voice , and art had done its utmost to perfect it ; she also spoke Italian with ease , though ...
... Italian friends deeply , and was soon the delight of their circle : she sang divinely , nature had gifted her with a touching , clear , rich voice , and art had done its utmost to perfect it ; she also spoke Italian with ease , though ...
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... Italian authors , and breathlessly would she listen to his melodious tones , and the eloquent blood would rush from her heart to her cheeks , and her blue eyes glisten with delight , as she heard his comments on their surpassing ...
... Italian authors , and breathlessly would she listen to his melodious tones , and the eloquent blood would rush from her heart to her cheeks , and her blue eyes glisten with delight , as she heard his comments on their surpassing ...
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... Italian , with all the romance of a poet , with the truth and devoted- ness of chivalry ; -but who did he thus idolize ? Was it one in his own station - one who might be won by his intensest exertions ? Alas ! no -it was a being so far ...
... Italian , with all the romance of a poet , with the truth and devoted- ness of chivalry ; -but who did he thus idolize ? Was it one in his own station - one who might be won by his intensest exertions ? Alas ! no -it was a being so far ...
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Page 278 - 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 265 - They mourn, but smile at length ; and, smiling, mourn : The tree will wither long before it fall ; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn ; The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness; the...
Page 182 - Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff d bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Page 262 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Page 147 - Time, in his own grey style, All that thou art. Art thou not void of guile, A lovely soul formed to be blest and bless ? A well of sealed and secret happiness, Whose waters like blithe light and music are, Vanquishing dissonance and gloom ? A Star Which moves not in the moving Heavens, alone...
Page 19 - Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Page 91 - Methought I heard a voice cry " Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
Page 226 - THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given; There is a joy for souls distressed; A balm for every wounded breast: 'T is found above — in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven, — • When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear— but heaven.
Page 182 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Page 200 - I know whence the shadow comes o'er you now Ye have strewn the dust on the sunny brow ! Ye have given the lovely to earth's embrace, She hath taken the fairest of beauty's race, With their laughing eyes and their...