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... blood she bore o'er subject carth and sea ; Though making many slaves , herself still free , And Europe's bulwark ' gainst the Ottomite ; Witness Troy's rival , Candia ! Vouch it , ye Immortal waves that saw Lepanto's fight ! For ye are ...
... blood she bore o'er subject carth and sea ; Though making many slaves , herself still free , And Europe's bulwark ' gainst the Ottomite ; Witness Troy's rival , Candia ! Vouch it , ye Immortal waves that saw Lepanto's fight ! For ye are ...
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... blood , the earth a tomb , The tomb a hell , and hell itself a murkier gloom . XXXV . Ferrara in thy wide and grass - grown streets , Whose symmetry was not for solitude , There seems as ' twere a curse upon the seats Of former ...
... blood , the earth a tomb , The tomb a hell , and hell itself a murkier gloom . XXXV . Ferrara in thy wide and grass - grown streets , Whose symmetry was not for solitude , There seems as ' twere a curse upon the seats Of former ...
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... blood , and drink the tears of thy distress ; XLIII . Then might'st thou more appal ; or , less desired , Be homely and be peaceful , undeplored For thy destructive charms ; then , still untired , Would not be seen the armed torrents ...
... blood , and drink the tears of thy distress ; XLIII . Then might'st thou more appal ; or , less desired , Be homely and be peaceful , undeplored For thy destructive charms ; then , still untired , Would not be seen the armed torrents ...
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... Blood - pulse - and breast , confirm the Dardan Shep- herd's prize . LI . Appear'dst thou not to Paris in this guise ? Or to more deeply blest Anchises ? or , In all thy perfect goddess - ship ; when lies Before thee thy own vanquish'd ...
... Blood - pulse - and breast , confirm the Dardan Shep- herd's prize . LI . Appear'dst thou not to Paris in this guise ? Or to more deeply blest Anchises ? or , In all thy perfect goddess - ship ; when lies Before thee thy own vanquish'd ...
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... bed — A name of blood from that days sanguine rain ; And Sanguinetto tells ye where the dead Made the earth wet , and turn'd the unwilling waters red , LXVI . But thou , Clitumnus ! in thy sweetest Canto IV . 125 PILGRIMAGE .
... bed — A name of blood from that days sanguine rain ; And Sanguinetto tells ye where the dead Made the earth wet , and turn'd the unwilling waters red , LXVI . But thou , Clitumnus ! in thy sweetest Canto IV . 125 PILGRIMAGE .
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Page 20 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 184 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 94 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Page 11 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.
Page 183 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Page 18 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 154 - Oh Love ! no habitant of earth thou art — An unseen seraph, we believe in thee, A faith whose martyrs are the broken heart, But never yet hath seen, nor e'er shall see The naked eye, thy form, as it should be ; The mind hath made thee, as it peopled heaven, Even with its own desiring phantasy, And to a thought such shape and image given, As haunts the unquench'd soul — parch'd — wearied — wrung — and riven.
Page 158 - Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument, ' And shadows forth its glory. There is given Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.
Page 36 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Page 19 - 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.