PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1854 - 189 psl. |
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Amid ancient Apennine bard beauty behold Benedicite benigna stella blessed blest bliss brain breath dark DAVID STEUART divine dreams dull dumb dwell earth eyes fame fancies fane felucca Flute-Players FRANCESCA DA RIMINI friends gaze glory gondoliers GUY FAWKES hand hath heard heart heaven hushed immortal JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL knew La Scala lady land Latium LENOX LIBRARY life's lips look marble mare irato MELIBUS METASTASIO midnight morning murmur muse night numbers o'er ocean perchance poet poor race renown repose rest Roman Rome rose round sacred Saint Peray Savona scarce scene seemed shore sigh sleep smile song SONNET soon soul sound spirit strain strange subita procella sullen sweet sweet oblivion Thebes thee thine thou thought throng Tiber Tibur TITYRUS town tread Trieste triumph Tuscan Venice verse virgin wandering whispered wine
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