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... stood beneath the fresh green tree , Which living waves where thou didst cease to live , And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise , and the spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive , With all her ...
... stood beneath the fresh green tree , Which living waves where thou didst cease to live , And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise , and the spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive , With all her ...
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... stood hard by , To watch and mock thee shrinking , thou hast smiled With a sedate and all - enduring eye ; — When fortune fled her spoil'd and favourite child , He stood unbow'd beneath the ills upon him piled . XL . Sager than in thy ...
... stood hard by , To watch and mock thee shrinking , thou hast smiled With a sedate and all - enduring eye ; — When fortune fled her spoil'd and favourite child , He stood unbow'd beneath the ills upon him piled . XL . Sager than in thy ...
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... stood the test of mortal enmities Still undivided , and cemented more By peril , dreaded most in female eyes ; But this was firm , and from a foreign shore Well to that heart might his these absent greetings pour : 1 . The castled crag ...
... stood the test of mortal enmities Still undivided , and cemented more By peril , dreaded most in female eyes ; But this was firm , and from a foreign shore Well to that heart might his these absent greetings pour : 1 . The castled crag ...
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... stood , Offering to him , and his , a populous solitude . CII . A populous solitude of bees and birds , And fairy - form'd and many - colour'd things , Who worship him with notes more sweet than words , And innocently open their glad ...
... stood , Offering to him , and his , a populous solitude . CII . A populous solitude of bees and birds , And fairy - form'd and many - colour'd things , Who worship him with notes more sweet than words , And innocently open their glad ...
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... stood and stand alone , ―remember'd or forgot . CXIII . I have not loved the world , nor the world me ; I have not flatter'd its rank breath , nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee , - Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles , —nor cried ...
... stood and stand alone , ―remember'd or forgot . CXIII . I have not loved the world , nor the world me ; I have not flatter'd its rank breath , nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee , - Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles , —nor cried ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Albanian Ali Pacha Athens beauty behold beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow CANTO Childe Harold Christian Cicero dark dead death deep doom earth fair fame fate feel Ficus Ruminalis foes gaze Giaour glory gondoliers grave Greece Greek hand hath heard heart heaven hills honour hope hour Italian Italy Julius Cæsar land less light live maid mind mortal mountains ne'er never night Note o'er once Parisina pass pass'd Petrarch Pouqueville rock Romaic Roman Rome round scarce scene seem'd seen shine shore sigh smile song soul spirit Stanza steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou thought tomb Venetians Venice voice walls wave wild wind young ἀπὸ δὲν διὰ εἶναι εἰς καὶ μὲ νὰ σᾶς τὰ τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν
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Página 470 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! A SPIRIT PASS'D BEFORE ME.
Página 469 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 119 - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Página 102 - Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay ; The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array ! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent...
Página 153 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her...
Página 100 - As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! Arm! Arm! it is! — it is! — the cannon's opening roar!
Página 100 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Página 225 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Página 178 - Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair Spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love but only her ! Ye elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted — can ye not Accord me such a being?
Página 106 - Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.