Metastasio. Filicaja. Pastorini. Lope de Vega. Manuel. Della Casa. Bentivoglio. Metastasio. Quevedo, He who proclaims that Love is light. Waves of Mondego! brilliant and Where shall I find some desert Exempt from every grief, 't was No searching eye can pierce the veil In tears, the heart oppressed with. Italia! thou, by lavish Nature graced If thus thy fallen grandeur I behold Let the vain courtier waste his days Pause not with lingering foot, These marble domes, by wealth The sainted spirit, which from bliss He shall not dread Misfortune's The torrent-wave, that breaks Sweet rose! whose tender foliage • Fortune! why thus, whate'er my Wouldst thou to Love of danger Unbending 'midst the wintry skies Oh! those alone, whose severed Ah! cease-those fruitless tears Amidst these scenes, O pilgrim, Juan de Tarsis. Thou, who hast fled from life's Torquato Tasso. Thou, in thy morn wert like Bernardo Tasso. This green recess, where through Petrarch. Bembo. Thou that wouldst mark, in form If to the sighing breeze of summer ib. To the Memory of General Sir E-d P-k―m, 201 Lorenzini. Sylph of the breeze! whose dewy 261 Guerilla Song, 292 Gessner. Hail! morning sun, thus early ib. The Aged Indian, ib (German Song.) Listen, fair maid, my song shall tell ib. Evening amongst the Alps, ib. Chaulieu. Thou grot, whence flows this limpid Garcilaso de la Enjoy the sweets of life's luxuriant ib. Dirge of the Highland Chief in "Waverley," 293 The Crusader's War Song, ib. Vega. May ib. The Death of Clanronald, ib. To the Eye, 294 ib ib. 297 299 |