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... breathed out his brave and generous spirit . Ah , little did He think , who sent him there , That he himself , then greatest among men , Should in like manner be so soon conveyed Athwart the deep , -and to a rock so small Amid the ...
... breathed out his brave and generous spirit . Ah , little did He think , who sent him there , That he himself , then greatest among men , Should in like manner be so soon conveyed Athwart the deep , -and to a rock so small Amid the ...
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... Breathed music ! and who flocked not , while she reigned . To celebrate her Nuptials with the Sea ; To wear the mask , and mingle in the crowd With Greek , Armenian , Persian - night and day ( There , and there only , did the hour stand ...
... Breathed music ! and who flocked not , while she reigned . To celebrate her Nuptials with the Sea ; To wear the mask , and mingle in the crowd With Greek , Armenian , Persian - night and day ( There , and there only , did the hour stand ...
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... universal as the air they breathed ; A Power that never slumbered , nor forgave , All eye , Entering the closet and the sanctuary , all ear , no where and every where , No place of refuge for the Doge himself ; Most 67.
... universal as the air they breathed ; A Power that never slumbered , nor forgave , All eye , Entering the closet and the sanctuary , all ear , no where and every where , No place of refuge for the Doge himself ; Most 67.
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... breathed reproach- He lived but to disprove it . That hope lost , Death followed . Oh , if Justice be in Heaven , A day must come of ample Retribution ! Then was thy cup , old Man , full to the brim . But thou wert yet alive ; and there ...
... breathed reproach- He lived but to disprove it . That hope lost , Death followed . Oh , if Justice be in Heaven , A day must come of ample Retribution ! Then was thy cup , old Man , full to the brim . But thou wert yet alive ; and there ...
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... of light seen to issue from a small gothic window that looks towards the place of execution , the place where on a scaffold MARCOLINI breathed his last . Remember the poor MARCOLINI ! ARQUÀ . THREE leagues from PADUA stands , and long 91.
... of light seen to issue from a small gothic window that looks towards the place of execution , the place where on a scaffold MARCOLINI breathed his last . Remember the poor MARCOLINI ! ARQUÀ . THREE leagues from PADUA stands , and long 91.
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age to age AMALFI ancient ARIOSTO beautiful BOLOGNA breathed called Catullus church Cimabue City cliff clouds comes cried cross darkness dead death delight Doge door dream earth ELEONORA DI TOLEDO entered ere long eyes father fear fell fled FLORENCE foot gate gazed GENOA glade gold Gondolier gone grave grove hadst hand heard heart heaven hour Italy La Scala lake length light lived look Michael Angelo MONTE CASSINO night noble noblest numbered o'er once Padua palaces passed Petrarch pleasure Pompeii ROMAN FORUM round sacred sail says seen sigh silent Singing sitting sleep song soon soul splendour stir stood stranger street sung temple thee things thou art thou hast thought thousand thro Titian tomb tower traveller turned Twas twelve tables VENICE verse VIRGIL voice wall wander waves Whence wild Wouldst young youth
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Page 51 - There is a glorious city in the sea; The sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing; and the salt seaweed Clings to the marble of her palaces.
Page 221 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June, 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Page 96 - Scripture-stories from the life of Christ ; A chest that came from Venice, and had held The ducal robes of some old ancestor. That by the way — it may be true or false — But don't forget the picture ; and thou wilt not, When thou hast heard the tale they told me there. She was an only child ; from infancy The joy, the pride of an indulgent sire.
Page 94 - Dim at noon-day, discovering many a glimpse Of knights and dames, such, as in old romance, And lovers, such as in heroic song, Perhaps the two, for groves were their delight, That in the spring-time, as alone they sat, Venturing together on a tale of love, Read only part that day.
Page 97 - Tis but to make a trial of our love !" And filled his glass to all ; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest the panic spread. 'Twas but that instant she had left Francesco, Laughing and looking back and flying still, Her ivory tooth imprinted on his finger. But now, alas, she was not to be found ; Nor from that hour could...
Page 109 - Among the Great of every age and clime, A numerous court, turning to whom he pleased, Questioning each why he did this or that, And learning how to overcome the fear Of poverty and death.
Page 97 - That mouldering chest was noticed; and 'twas said By one as young, as thoughtless as Ginevra, "Why not remove it from its lurking-place?" 'Twas done as soon as said; but on the way It burst , it fell ; and lo , a skeleton , With here and there a pearl, an emerald stone, A golden clasp, clasping a shred of gold!
Page 104 - Nor then forget that Chamber of the Dead, Where the gigantic shapes of Night and Day, Turned into stone, rest everlastingly ; Yet still are breathing, and shed round at noon A two-fold influence — only to be felt — A light, a darkness, mingling each with each ; Both and yet neither. There, from age to age, Two Ghosts are sitting on their sepulchres. That is the Duke LORENZO. Mark him well. He meditates, his head upon his hand. What from beneath his helm-like bonnet scowls ? Is it a face, or but...
Page 98 - There then had she found a grave ! Within that chest had she concealed herself, Fluttering with joy, the happiest of the happy ; When a spring-lock, that lay in ambush there, Fastened her down for ever ! BOLOGNA.
Page 97 - When on an idle day, a day of search 'Mid the old lumber in the gallery, That mouldering chest was noticed ; and 'twas said By one as young, as thoughtless as Ginevra, " Why not remove it from its lurking place...