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... step too late , In his despair , as though the die were cast , He sat him down to weep , and wept till dawn ; Then rose to go , a wanderer through the world . ' Tis not a tale that every hour brings with it . Yet at a City - gate , from ...
... step too late , In his despair , as though the die were cast , He sat him down to weep , and wept till dawn ; Then rose to go , a wanderer through the world . ' Tis not a tale that every hour brings with it . Yet at a City - gate , from ...
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... the bench beneath Their garden - plot , where all that vegetates Is but some scanty lettuce , to observe The Grande Chartreuse . † Vallombrosa , formerly called Acqua Bella . Those from the South ascending , every step As though 15.
... the bench beneath Their garden - plot , where all that vegetates Is but some scanty lettuce , to observe The Grande Chartreuse . † Vallombrosa , formerly called Acqua Bella . Those from the South ascending , every step As though 15.
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Samuel Rogers. Those from the South ascending , every step As though it were their last , —and instantly Restored , renewed , advancing as with songs , Soon as they see , turning a lofty crag , That plain , that modest structure ...
Samuel Rogers. Those from the South ascending , every step As though it were their last , —and instantly Restored , renewed , advancing as with songs , Soon as they see , turning a lofty crag , That plain , that modest structure ...
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... step had plunged them into air , Long had they stood , locked in each other's arms , Amid the gulfs that yawned to swallow them ; Each guarding each through many a freezing hour , As on some temple's highest pinnacle , From treacherous ...
... step had plunged them into air , Long had they stood , locked in each other's arms , Amid the gulfs that yawned to swallow them ; Each guarding each through many a freezing hour , As on some temple's highest pinnacle , From treacherous ...
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... step - dame , to the babes Her noblest gifts ; denying speech to one , And to the other - reason . But at length ( Seven years gone by , seven melancholy years ) Another came , as fair and fairer still ; And then , how anxiously the ...
... step - dame , to the babes Her noblest gifts ; denying speech to one , And to the other - reason . But at length ( Seven years gone by , seven melancholy years ) Another came , as fair and fairer still ; And then , how anxiously the ...
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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...