The Poetic Old-world: A Little Book for TouristsH. Holt, 1908 - 513 páginas |
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... ITALY SWEET Too ! AM I IN ITALY ? CADENABBIA FROM COMƆ W. Wordsworth . 308 ITALY John Keats . Samuel Rogers 311 • 312 H. W. Longfellow 312 Samuel Rogers 314 • Milan THE LAST SUPPER , BY LEONARDO DA VINCI W. Wordsworth . 315 Florence ...
... ITALY SWEET Too ! AM I IN ITALY ? CADENABBIA FROM COMƆ W. Wordsworth . 308 ITALY John Keats . Samuel Rogers 311 • 312 H. W. Longfellow 312 Samuel Rogers 314 • Milan THE LAST SUPPER , BY LEONARDO DA VINCI W. Wordsworth . 315 Florence ...
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... • 400 · W. C. Bryant • 401 THE ENGLISHMAN IN ITALY • R. Browning 406 Amalfi AMALFI • H. W. Longfellow 416 Paestum FROM PAESTUM Samuel Rogers 419 FROM NEIS TRANSLATION SICILY • Virgil . C. P. Cranch XX TABLE OF CONTENTS.
... • 400 · W. C. Bryant • 401 THE ENGLISHMAN IN ITALY • R. Browning 406 Amalfi AMALFI • H. W. Longfellow 416 Paestum FROM PAESTUM Samuel Rogers 419 FROM NEIS TRANSLATION SICILY • Virgil . C. P. Cranch XX TABLE OF CONTENTS.
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... Italy , let them waxe tawnie in Portingall , and be dyed with the Sunne and soile of Spaine , let them travell into France , saile into Scotland , and let others again goe to other places ; for mine owne part I have resolved that I will ...
... Italy , let them waxe tawnie in Portingall , and be dyed with the Sunne and soile of Spaine , let them travell into France , saile into Scotland , and let others again goe to other places ; for mine owne part I have resolved that I will ...
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... , still O'ertop our knowledge ; Sphinx of Italy , Allure us and reject us at thy will ! Edward Dowden . Souvenir d'Enfance ( Paris ) DAN ( From Les Feuilles PARIS 217 LEONARDO'S "MONA LISA SOUVENIR D'ENFANCE TRANSLATION E B Browning.
... , still O'ertop our knowledge ; Sphinx of Italy , Allure us and reject us at thy will ! Edward Dowden . Souvenir d'Enfance ( Paris ) DAN ( From Les Feuilles PARIS 217 LEONARDO'S "MONA LISA SOUVENIR D'ENFANCE TRANSLATION E B Browning.
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... Characters of the great Apocalypse , The types and symbols of Eternity , Of first , and last , and midst , and without end . William Wordsworth . ITALY Open my heart and you will see , Graved 308 SWITZERLAND Simplon Pass THE SIMPLON PASS.
... Characters of the great Apocalypse , The types and symbols of Eternity , Of first , and last , and midst , and without end . William Wordsworth . ITALY Open my heart and you will see , Graved 308 SWITZERLAND Simplon Pass THE SIMPLON PASS.
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Página 326 - 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...
Página 246 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.
Página 475 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Página 102 - Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence...
Página 248 - Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet ? God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
Página 79 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Página 54 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, •*- The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 79 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Página 472 - Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
Página 18 - I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made ; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.