Italy, a PoemT. Cadell and E. Moxon, 1830 - 284 psl. |
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... beauty , And , when at eve his fellow - pilgrims sat , Discoursing of the lake , asked where it was . They marvelled , as they might ; and so must all , Seeing what now I saw ; for now ' twas day , And the bright Sun was in the ...
... beauty , And , when at eve his fellow - pilgrims sat , Discoursing of the lake , asked where it was . They marvelled , as they might ; and so must all , Seeing what now I saw ; for now ' twas day , And the bright Sun was in the ...
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... Beauty . Would thou hadst it not ; Or wert as once , awing the caitiffs vile That now beset thee , making thee their slave ! Would they had loved thee less , or feared thee more ! -But why despair ? Twice hast thou lived already ; Twice ...
... Beauty . Would thou hadst it not ; Or wert as once , awing the caitiffs vile That now beset thee , making thee their slave ! Would they had loved thee less , or feared thee more ! -But why despair ? Twice hast thou lived already ; Twice ...
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... beauty shaded from the western ray By many - coloured hangings ; while , beneath , Knights of all nations , some of fair renown From ENGLAND , from victorious EDWARD'S court , Their lances in the rest , charged for the prize . Here ...
... beauty shaded from the western ray By many - coloured hangings ; while , beneath , Knights of all nations , some of fair renown From ENGLAND , from victorious EDWARD'S court , Their lances in the rest , charged for the prize . Here ...
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... beauty . Two and two , ( The richest tapestry unrolled before them ) First came the Brides ; each in her virgin - veil , Nor unattended by her bridal maids , The two that , step by step , behind her bore The small but precious caskets ...
... beauty . Two and two , ( The richest tapestry unrolled before them ) First came the Brides ; each in her virgin - veil , Nor unattended by her bridal maids , The two that , step by step , behind her bore The small but precious caskets ...
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... beauty heightened by her hopes and fears . At length the rite is ending . All fall down , All of all ranks ; and , stretching out his hands , Apostle - like , the holy man proceeds To give the blessing — not a stir , a breath ; When ...
... beauty heightened by her hopes and fears . At length the rite is ending . All fall down , All of all ranks ; and , stretching out his hands , Apostle - like , the holy man proceeds To give the blessing — not a stir , a breath ; When ...
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age to age AMALFI ancient Arlecchino beauty blood Boccaccio BOLOGNA breathed called church CIMABUE City cliff clouds comes cried darkness dead delight Doge door dream drew dusk till dawn earth ELEONORA DI TOLEDO entered ere long eyes father fear fell fled Florence foot gates gazed GENOA glimmering gold golden vales Gondolier gone grove hadst hand heard heart Heaven holy hour hung Italy La Scala length light lived look lost MARCOLINI night noblest numbered o'er once PADUA palaces passed Petrarch pleasure ROME rose round sacred sail seen sigh silent Singing sitting sleep smile song soon soul splendour stir stood stranger sung temple thee thine things thou art thou hast thro Titian tomb tower traveller turned Twas twelve tables VENICE verse VIRGIL voice walls wander wave whence wild young youth
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94 psl. - Scripture-stories from the life of Christ ; A chest that came from Venice, and had held The ducal robes of some old ancestor. That by the way — it may be true or false — But don't forget the picture ; and thou wilt not, When thou hast heard the tale they told me there. She was an only child ; from infancy The joy, the pride of an indulgent sire.
95 psl. - That mouldering chest was noticed ; and 'twas said By one as young, as thoughtless as Ginevra, " Why not remove it from its lurking-place ?" 'Twas done as soon as said ; but on the way It burst, it fell ; and lo ! a skeleton With here and there a pearl, an emerald-stone, A golden clasp, clasping a shred of gold.
255 psl. - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, In the Rialto, you have rated me About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug ; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe : You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own'.
105 psl. - ... 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, or but an eyeless skull ? "Tis lost in shade ; yet, like the basilisk, It fascinates, and is intolerable.
95 psl. - Orsini lived ; and long mightst thou have seen An old man wandering as in quest of something, Something he could not find — he knew not what.
94 psl. - 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.
95 psl. - 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...
115 psl. - Among the Great of every age and clime, A numerous court, turning to whom he pleased, Questioning each why he did this or that, And learning how to overcome the fear Of poverty and death...
207 psl. - They stand between the mountains and the sea ; Awful memorials, but of whom we know not ! The seaman, passing, gazes from the deck. The buffalo-driver, in his shaggy cloak, Points to the work of magic and moves on.
93 psl. - Tis of a lady in her earliest youth, The very last of that illustrious race, Done by Zampieri — but by whom I care not. He who observes it, ere he passes on, Gazes his fill, and comes and comes again, That he may call it up when far away. She sits, inclining forward as to speak, Her lips half open, and her finger up, As though she said,