Poems, Dialogues in Verse, and Epigrams by Walter Savage Landor, 7 tomasJ. M. Dent & Company, 1892 |
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... peaceful night ! O envied rest ! Thou wilt not ever see her weep . Death stands above me , whispering low I know not what into my ear : Of his strange language all I know Is , there is not a word of fear . And so does every great poet ...
... peaceful night ! O envied rest ! Thou wilt not ever see her weep . Death stands above me , whispering low I know not what into my ear : Of his strange language all I know Is , there is not a word of fear . And so does every great poet ...
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... peace Opas . What wilt thou do then , too unhappy man ? Julian . What have I done already ? Has vanisht ; my fair fame in aftertime Will wear an alien and uncomely form , Seen o'er the cities I have laid in dust , Countrymen slaughtered ...
... peace Opas . What wilt thou do then , too unhappy man ? Julian . What have I done already ? Has vanisht ; my fair fame in aftertime Will wear an alien and uncomely form , Seen o'er the cities I have laid in dust , Countrymen slaughtered ...
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... peace is at the gate , My lord , safe access , private audience , And free return , he claims . Julian . Conduct him in . RODERIGO enters as a herald . A messenger of peace ! audacious man ! In what attire appearest thou ? a herald's ...
... peace is at the gate , My lord , safe access , private audience , And free return , he claims . Julian . Conduct him in . RODERIGO enters as a herald . A messenger of peace ! audacious man ! In what attire appearest thou ? a herald's ...
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... peace ! for her ? She call upon her God , and outrage him At his own altar ! she repeat the vows She violates in repeating ! who abhors Thee and thy crimes , and wants no crown of thine . Force may compel the abhorrent soul , or want ...
... peace ! for her ? She call upon her God , and outrage him At his own altar ! she repeat the vows She violates in repeating ! who abhors Thee and thy crimes , and wants no crown of thine . Force may compel the abhorrent soul , or want ...
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... peace . Covilla . Julian . Look up Arise , my love , to heaven . . where else are souls like thine ! Mingle in sweet communion with its children , Trust in its providence , its retribution , And I will cease to mourn ; for , O my child ...
... peace . Covilla . Julian . Look up Arise , my love , to heaven . . where else are souls like thine ! Mingle in sweet communion with its children , Trust in its providence , its retribution , And I will cease to mourn ; for , O my child ...
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Abdalazis Acciajoli Agatha Agnes Agrippa Andrea Antony Archbishop art thou Aversa Balzo Boccaccio brave breast Butello Cæsar Caraccioli Caraffa Casarion Charmian child Cleopatra Consul Count Julian Countess Covilla death Dolabella Durazzo earth Egilona enemies Erminia eyes Father John fear Ferrante Fiammetta Filippa Fra Rupert Frate friar friends Gallus Giovanna Giovanna of Naples Giulio hand hath hear heard heart heaven Herald Hernando hither holy honour Hungary Iphigeneia Ippolito Iras king Klapwrath knowest lady Landor live look lookt lord Marchesella Marg Margarita Maria Maximin Mecanas Minuzzi Muza Naples never o'er Octavius Opas Paolucci peace Petrarca prince Psein queen Rienzi Roderigo Rufus Rupert Sancia SCENE Scopas Seneschal shalt Sisabert smile Soldier soul Spinello Stamura Stephen sweet sword Taranto Tarik tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thro throne twas Tyrrel voice Walter Savage Landor Witiza words Zinga ΙΟ
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