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... Italian 933 Improvisatrice , entire 415 , 461 , 385 Sonnet on a youth who died of exces- It is not for your eagle eye . Song 281 sive fruit - pie 64 Indian bride 419 Stream of time 84 Invitation to Eliza 169 Swallow and the red - breast ...
... Italian 933 Improvisatrice , entire 415 , 461 , 385 Sonnet on a youth who died of exces- It is not for your eagle eye . Song 281 sive fruit - pie 64 Indian bride 419 Stream of time 84 Invitation to Eliza 169 Swallow and the red - breast ...
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... Italy , the recollections which I have brought back with me , seem to dwell more delightfully upon the " Superb City , " than even upon Rome itself , with its venerable antiquities , or upon Naples , and its unrivalled amenity of ...
... Italy , the recollections which I have brought back with me , seem to dwell more delightfully upon the " Superb City , " than even upon Rome itself , with its venerable antiquities , or upon Naples , and its unrivalled amenity of ...
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... what the Inquisi- tion had presented to my imagination . All the Patrician pride and beauty of Genoa had been assembled there , to enjoy the pleasures of dancing and music , and few are the places in Italy , Lord Byron . 15.
... what the Inquisi- tion had presented to my imagination . All the Patrician pride and beauty of Genoa had been assembled there , to enjoy the pleasures of dancing and music , and few are the places in Italy , Lord Byron . 15.
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music , and few are the places in Italy , where nobility is more noble , or beauty more brilliant . " I am more ... Italian Count , with whom he lived before he enter- ed Lord Byron's service , had experi- enced similar proofs of his ...
music , and few are the places in Italy , where nobility is more noble , or beauty more brilliant . " I am more ... Italian Count , with whom he lived before he enter- ed Lord Byron's service , had experi- enced similar proofs of his ...
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... Italy , Her mother's land ! Hence , on her breast The cross beneath a Moorish vest ; And hence those sweetest sounds , that seem Like music murmuring in a dream , When in our sleeping ear is ringing The song the nightingale is singing ...
... Italy , Her mother's land ! Hence , on her breast The cross beneath a Moorish vest ; And hence those sweetest sounds , that seem Like music murmuring in a dream , When in our sleeping ear is ringing The song the nightingale is singing ...
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Page 379 - O that I had wings like a dove : for then would I flee away, and be at rest.
Page 258 - Live not the stars and mountains ? Are the waves Without a spirit ? Are the dropping caves Without a feeling in their silent tears ? No, no ; they woo and clasp us to their spheres, Dissolve this clog and clod of clay before Its hour, and merge our soul in the great shore.
Page 479 - Was on the streams of Guadalquiver, To gold converting, one by one, The ripples of the mighty river, Beside me on the bank was seated A Seville girl, with auburn hair, And eyes that might the world have cheated, — A wild, bright, wicked, diamond pair ! She stooped, and wrote upon the sand, Just as the loving sun was going, With such a soft, small, shining hand, I could have sworn 't was silver flowing. Her words were three, and not one more, What could Diana's motto be ? The siren wrote upon the...
Page 479 - When words come down like dews unsought With gleams of deep enthusiast thought, And fancy in her heaven flies free — They come, my love, they come from thee.
Page 112 - PITY the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span ; Oh, give relief, and heaven will bless your store.
Page 263 - O'er beauty's fall ; Her praise resounds no more, when mantled in her pall. The most beloved on earth Not long survives to-day ; So music past is obsolete, And yet 'twas sweet, 'twas passing sweet, But now 'tis gone away...
Page 340 - is there not a window in your house on purpose for you to look through?" " For all that," resumed the pendulum, "it is very dark here: and although there is a window, I dare not stop, even for an instant, to look out.
Page 340 - may I be allowed to inquire, if that exertion was at all fatiguing or disagreeable to you ?" " Not in the least," replied the pendulum; " it is not of six strokes that I complain, nor of sixty, but of millions.
Page 112 - Heaven has brought me to the state you see ; And your condition may be soon like mine, The child of sorrow and of misery.
Page 50 - ... repressed with a smile the hopes of his friends, and told them he had lived long enough. As his life drew near a close, the eager yet decorous solicitude of his fellow townsmen increased.