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... shine , Have strew'd a scene , which I should see With double joy wert thou with me . And peasant girls , with deep blue eyes , And hands which offer early flowers , Walk smiling o'er this paradise ; Above , the frequent feudal towers ...
... shine , Have strew'd a scene , which I should see With double joy wert thou with me . And peasant girls , with deep blue eyes , And hands which offer early flowers , Walk smiling o'er this paradise ; Above , the frequent feudal towers ...
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... shine , But none unite in one attaching maze The brilliant , fair , and soft , —the glories of old days , The negligently grand , the fruitful bloom Of coming ripeness , the white city's sheen , The rolling stream , the precipice's ...
... shine , But none unite in one attaching maze The brilliant , fair , and soft , —the glories of old days , The negligently grand , the fruitful bloom Of coming ripeness , the white city's sheen , The rolling stream , the precipice's ...
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... shine As ' twere its natural torches , for divine Should be the light which streams here , to illume This long - explored but still exhaustless mine Of contemplation ; and the azure gloom Of an Italian night , where the deep skies ...
... shine As ' twere its natural torches , for divine Should be the light which streams here , to illume This long - explored but still exhaustless mine Of contemplation ; and the azure gloom Of an Italian night , where the deep skies ...
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... shine ; Where the light wings of Zephyr , oppress'd with perfume , Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gúl * in her bloom ; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit , And the voice of the nightingale never is mute : Where the tints of ...
... shine ; Where the light wings of Zephyr , oppress'd with perfume , Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gúl * in her bloom ; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit , And the voice of the nightingale never is mute : Where the tints of ...
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... shine ; Repair the boat , replace the helm or oar , While others straggling muse along the shore ; For the wild bird the busy springes set , Or spread beneath the sun the dripping net ; Gaze where some distant sail a speck supplies ...
... shine ; Repair the boat , replace the helm or oar , While others straggling muse along the shore ; For the wild bird the busy springes set , Or spread beneath the sun the dripping net ; Gaze where some distant sail a speck supplies ...
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Page 11 - 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...
Page 13 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, 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...
Page 21 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Page 12 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 135 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 91 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Page 22 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Page 45 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Page 27 - 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...
Page 27 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! IV.