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... stars are burning in the sky Like Angels ' censers lit on high ; While weeping lovers lift their eyes Up to those calm cerulean skies , Feeling that in those worlds above Lies the unchequered home of love ; And in their frenzy of ...
... stars are burning in the sky Like Angels ' censers lit on high ; While weeping lovers lift their eyes Up to those calm cerulean skies , Feeling that in those worlds above Lies the unchequered home of love ; And in their frenzy of ...
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... stars lume earth again ? There thrones and temples lie around , There wrecks of empires strew the ground ; Decay and Slavery have wed , And Genius rests her drooping head ; And placid Beauty still appears , Meek smiling through her ...
... stars lume earth again ? There thrones and temples lie around , There wrecks of empires strew the ground ; Decay and Slavery have wed , And Genius rests her drooping head ; And placid Beauty still appears , Meek smiling through her ...
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... stars and pale moonlight , Before we've met , on many a night ; And ready there my bark shall be , To bear us swiftly o'er the sea To some bright land afar to dwell- Till then , sweet maiden , fare thee well . ” " Must - must we part ...
... stars and pale moonlight , Before we've met , on many a night ; And ready there my bark shall be , To bear us swiftly o'er the sea To some bright land afar to dwell- Till then , sweet maiden , fare thee well . ” " Must - must we part ...
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... and simple words . SONG . THOU hast faded from my sight , Fair Italy ; But still , thy star shines bright To me - to me . Thy sweetest , fairest flower , My Italy , I'll pluck soon from its bower In secrecy ; - FLORENCE . 11.
... and simple words . SONG . THOU hast faded from my sight , Fair Italy ; But still , thy star shines bright To me - to me . Thy sweetest , fairest flower , My Italy , I'll pluck soon from its bower In secrecy ; - FLORENCE . 11.
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... stars are bright , The moon reposes on her light ; On many a budding , fairy blossom , Are glittering evening's dewy tears , Like sparkling gems on Beauty's bosom , When she in festal garb appears . The summer flowers , in freshest ...
... stars are bright , The moon reposes on her light ; On many a budding , fairy blossom , Are glittering evening's dewy tears , Like sparkling gems on Beauty's bosom , When she in festal garb appears . The summer flowers , in freshest ...
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afar agony AIZEN Andalusia arms beam beauty Beauty's beneath bids birds bloom bosom brave breast breath bride bright brow Cape Coast castanet castle cheek cheer clasped cold dark death deep despair doth dreams dwell earth eyes fair faithless fate fear feel fierce FLORENCE flowers flung footsteps gaze Ghibelline gleaming gloom glow grave grief grove Gubbio hallowed hand hath heart heaven History of Italy hour IANTHUS Italy Latium life's light lips lofty lonely Lord LEON Love's lute lyre maiden MELPOMENE METASTASIO midst mournful myrtle myrtle groves ne'er neath never night NOTE o'er pale PALENQUE pensive PHAON repose rock rose round sable Sappho Sect SELEN shore shriek shrine Sicily sigh silent sleep smile snowy soft song sorrow soul spirit spondee spot Stanza star stream sweet tears tell thine thou thought Tiber tomb trochee unto vale waves weary weep wild young youthful ZENEL
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Page 85 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Page 51 - For time at last sets all things even — And if we do but watch the hour, There never yet was human power Which could evade, if unforgiven, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong.
Page 79 - Nevada would gleam like silver clouds against the darker firmament, and all the outlines of the mountain would be softened, yet delicately defined. My delight, however, would be to lean over the parapet of the tocador, and gaze down upon Granada, spread out like a map below me ; all buried in deep repose, and its white palaces and convents sleeping, as it were, in the moonshine.
Page 46 - Tres Notus abreptas in saxa latentia torquet — Saxa vocant Itali mediis quae in fluctibus Aras — Dorsum immane mari summo ; tres Eurus ab alto In brevia et Syrtes urguet — miserabile visu — Illiditque vadis atque aggere cingit arenae.
Page 202 - In the midst of desolation and ruin we looked back to the past, cleared away the gloomy forest, and fancied every building perfect, with its terraces and pyramids, its sculptured and painted ornaments, grand, lofty, and imposing, and overlooking an immense inhabited plain ; we called back into life the strange people who gazed at us in sadness from the walls...
Page 81 - Sometimes I would hear the faint sounds of castanets from some party of dancers lingering in the Alameda ; at other times I have heard the dubious tones of a guitar, and the notes of a single voice rising from some solitary street, and have pictured to myself some youthful cavalier serenading his lady's window ; a gallant custom of former days, but now sadly on the decline except in the remote towns and villages of Spain.
Page 201 - We could not but regard it as a holy place, dedicated to the gods, and consecrated by the religious observances of a lost and unknown people. Comparatively, the hand of ruin has spared it, and the great tablet, surviving the wreck of elements, stands perfect and entire. Lonely, deserted, and without any worshippers at its shrine, the figures and characters are distinct as when the people who reared it went up to pay their adorations before it. To us it was all a mystery ; silent, defying the most...
Page 202 - Valley" of Rasselas. In the romance of the world's history nothing ever impressed me more forcibly than the spcctacle of this once great and lovely city, overturned, desolate, and lost ; discovered by accident, overgrown with trees for miles around, and without even a name to distinguish it.
Page 102 - Place yourself in my situation. Could you have hunted London for a publisher, endured all the alternate hot and cold water thrown on all your exertions; bargained for what sum they might be pleased to give; and, after all, canvassed, examined, nay quarrelled over accounts the most intricate in the world?
Page 46 - Unam, quae Lycios fidumque vehebat Oronten, Ipsius ante oculos ingens a vertice pontus In puppim ferit : excutitur pronusque magister Volvitur in caput ; ast illam ter fluctus ibidem Torquet agens circum, et rapidus vorat aequore vertex.