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... fall , arts fade --- but beauty still is here . but nature doth not die , Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear , The pleasant place of all festivity , The revel of the earth , the masque of Italy ! ° IV But unto us she hath a spell ...
... fall , arts fade --- but beauty still is here . but nature doth not die , Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear , The pleasant place of all festivity , The revel of the earth , the masque of Italy ! ° IV But unto us she hath a spell ...
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... Fall from his hands , his idle scimitar 134 140 Starts from its belt he rends his captive's chains , And bids him thank the bard for freedom and his strains . XVII Thus , Venice , if no stronger claim were thine , — 145 Were all thy ...
... Fall from his hands , his idle scimitar 134 140 Starts from its belt he rends his captive's chains , And bids him thank the bard for freedom and his strains . XVII Thus , Venice , if no stronger claim were thine , — 145 Were all thy ...
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... falling empire ! honoured sleeps The immortal exile : Arqua , too , her store Of tuneful relics proudly claims and keeps , While Florence vainly begs her banished dead and 530 weeps . LX 535 What is her pyramid of precious stones ? Of ...
... falling empire ! honoured sleeps The immortal exile : Arqua , too , her store Of tuneful relics proudly claims and keeps , While Florence vainly begs her banished dead and 530 weeps . LX 535 What is her pyramid of precious stones ? Of ...
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... falls in her despairing files , 550 555 And torrents , swollen to rivers with their gore , Reek through the sultry plain , with legends scattered o'er . LXIII 560 Like to a forest felled by mountain winds ; And such the storm of battle ...
... falls in her despairing files , 550 555 And torrents , swollen to rivers with their gore , Reek through the sultry plain , with legends scattered o'er . LXIII 560 Like to a forest felled by mountain winds ; And such the storm of battle ...
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... fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss ; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss , And boil in endless torture : while the sweat Of their great agony , wrung out from this Their Phlegethon ...
... fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss ; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss , And boil in endless torture : while the sweat Of their great agony , wrung out from this Their Phlegethon ...
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Arqua Athens beautiful better blood Bonnivard breast breath brow Browning's Byron Cæsar canto chain character charm Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE Chillon Dalhem Damfreville Dante dead death deep dome dungeon dust E. V. LUCAS earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning England English Evelyn Hope eyes fame famous father fight galloped glory Goldsmith grave Gray Guido Reni hand hath heart heaven heroes Hervé Riel horse human King Charles lake LAST DUCHESS laughed live Lyrical Macmillan mind mountain never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pass Persia Pheidippides poem poet poet's poetry praise pride 25 prison PRISONER OF CHILLON ROBERT BROWNING rock romantic Rome round ship singing smile song sonnets Sordello soul Sparta stanza stood sweet thee Theocrite thine thou thought thro tomb tree twas Venice verse village wall word Wordsworth wrote
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Page 30 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Page 116 - He heard it, but he heeded not, — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away. He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday!
Page 6 - No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How...
Page 132 - Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of Eternity, the throne Of the invisible,— even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 131 - 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 32 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art. Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play, 255 The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested, unconfined.
Page 116 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low : And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Page 24 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.
Page 34 - Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue...
Page 29 - Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won . Pleas'd with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.