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... Italy , and seems to have surveyed them with a certain languid admiration characteristic of his temperament . The same objects which infused sublime awe into the soul of Milton , and which stirred Byron into passionate rapture , threw ...
... Italy , and seems to have surveyed them with a certain languid admiration characteristic of his temperament . The same objects which infused sublime awe into the soul of Milton , and which stirred Byron into passionate rapture , threw ...
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... ITALY COMPARED 169 • II . GREECE 182 III . ROME 198 IV . BRITAIN 217 V. THE PROSPECT 255 THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE : - Canto I. II . 279 305 POEM TO THE MEMORY OF SIR ISAAC NEWTON 333 BRITANNIA POEM TO THE MEMORY OF THE RIGHT HONOURABLE ...
... ITALY COMPARED 169 • II . GREECE 182 III . ROME 198 IV . BRITAIN 217 V. THE PROSPECT 255 THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE : - Canto I. II . 279 305 POEM TO THE MEMORY OF SIR ISAAC NEWTON 333 BRITANNIA POEM TO THE MEMORY OF THE RIGHT HONOURABLE ...
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... Italy , and particularly of republican Rome , in all her magnificence and glory . This contrasted by modern Italy ; its valleys , mountains , culture , cities , people : the difference appearing strongest in the capital city , Rome ...
... Italy , and particularly of republican Rome , in all her magnificence and glory . This contrasted by modern Italy ; its valleys , mountains , culture , cities , people : the difference appearing strongest in the capital city , Rome ...
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... pour To lave imperial Rome . For ages laid , Deep , massy , firm , diverging every way , With tombs of heroes sacred , see her roads : 38 50 60 70 By various nations trod , and suppliant kings ; With ANCIENT AND MODERN ITALY COMPARED . 171.
... pour To lave imperial Rome . For ages laid , Deep , massy , firm , diverging every way , With tombs of heroes sacred , see her roads : 38 50 60 70 By various nations trod , and suppliant kings ; With ANCIENT AND MODERN ITALY COMPARED . 171.
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... by the sullen buffalo alone ; And where the rank uncultivated growth Of rotting ages taints the passing gale . 105 110 120 130 Beneath the baleful blast the city pines , Or sinks ANCIENT AND MODERN ITALY COMPARED . 173.
... by the sullen buffalo alone ; And where the rank uncultivated growth Of rotting ages taints the passing gale . 105 110 120 130 Beneath the baleful blast the city pines , Or sinks ANCIENT AND MODERN ITALY COMPARED . 173.
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Æneid amid arts Athens bade beam behold beneath blaze bliss bloom breast breath bright Britons brow calm Castle of Indolence charms clouds dark deep delight dreadful earth ethereal exalted fair fame fierce fire flame flood gale genius gloom glory grace Greece groves hand happy heart Heaven Hence hills honour Idless Isthmian games join'd kings labour land Liberty light luxurious mankind matchless mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Musidora Nature Nature's night Northern Storm nought o'er passions peace plain poison'd pomp pour'd pride race rage rapture reign rise Rome round roused sacred Sarmatia Savage reigns scene Scythian seas shade shine shore sing sloth smile soft song sons soul spirit spread storm stream sunk swain sweet swell'd swelling tempest tender thee thou toil train trembling tyrant vale vex'd virtue waste wave whence wild winds wing wretch
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Page 306 - I care not, Fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve. Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Page 35 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Page 143 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Page 167 - ... impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it, as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise ; whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him ; whose sun exalts,...
Page 141 - As thus the snows arise, and foul and fierce All winter drives along the darkened air, In his own loose-revolving fields the swain Disastered stands ; sees other hills ascend, Of unknown joyless brow; and other scenes, Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain: Nor finds the river, nor the forest hid Beneath the formless wild ; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray ; Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home ; the thoughts of home Rush...
Page 166 - But wandering oft with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty hand, That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres; Works in the secret deep; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring...
Page 14 - Of pendent trees the monarch of the brook, Behoves you then to ply your finest art. Long time he, following cautious, scans the fly, And oft attempts to seize it, but as oft The dimpled water speaks his jealous fear. At last, while haply o'er the shaded sun Passes a cloud, he desperate takes the death With sullen plunge. At once he darts along, Deep-struck, and runs out all the lengthened line ; Then seeks the farthest ooze, the sheltering weed, The caverned bank, his old secure abode; And flies...
Page 167 - Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints. Ye forests, bend, ye harvests, wave, to Him ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, eo As home he goes beneath the joyous moon.
Page 128 - Oh ! knew he but his happiness, of men The happiest he, who far from public rage, Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired, Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life...
Page 281 - Of blackening pines, aye waving to and fro, Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.