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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 202 - An Emperor tramples where an Emperor knelt ; Kingdoms are shrunk to provinces, and chains Clank over sceptred cities ; nations melt From power's high pinnacle, when they have felt The sunshine for a while, and downward go Like lauwine loosen'd from the mountain's belt; Oh for one hour of blind old Dandolo ! Th' octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe.
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 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 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.
Page 46 - Hi summo in fluctu pendent; his unda dehiscens terram inter fluctus aperit, furit aestus harenis.
Page 196 - By the pale moon implant the rose Upon my breast, And bid it cheer my dark repose, My lowly rest ? Could I but know when I am sleeping Low in the ground, One faithful heart would there be keeping Watch all night round, As if some gem lay shrined beneath That sod's cold gloom, 'Twould mitigate the pangs of death, And light the tomb.
Page 46 - Aeneae solvuntur frigore membra; ingemit, et duplices tendens ad sidera palmas talia voce refert: 'O terque quaterque beati, queis ante ora patrum Troiae sub moenibus altis 95 contigit oppetere ! o Danaum fortissime gentis Tydide, mene Iliaeis occumbere campis non potuisse tuaque animam hanc effundere dextra...