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... be the sound and so the fire that saith She feels her ancient breath And the old blood move in her immortal veins . ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE , " DE GUSTIBUS— ” I YOUR ghost will walk , 18 THROUGH ITALY WITH THE POETS.
... be the sound and so the fire that saith She feels her ancient breath And the old blood move in her immortal veins . ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE , " DE GUSTIBUS— ” I YOUR ghost will walk , 18 THROUGH ITALY WITH THE POETS.
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... feel , my forehead bleeds , For they fling , whoever has a mind , Stones at me for my year's misdeeds . Thus I entered Brescia , and thus I go ! In such triumphs people have dropped down dead . " Thou , paid by the world , -- what dost ...
... feel , my forehead bleeds , For they fling , whoever has a mind , Stones at me for my year's misdeeds . Thus I entered Brescia , and thus I go ! In such triumphs people have dropped down dead . " Thou , paid by the world , -- what dost ...
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... feels , to God's work there Gives life , which else were cold and dumb and bare . God is man's soul ; man's soul a spark of God : By God in man the dull terrestrial clod Becomes a thing of beauty ; thinking man Through God made manifest ...
... feels , to God's work there Gives life , which else were cold and dumb and bare . God is man's soul ; man's soul a spark of God : By God in man the dull terrestrial clod Becomes a thing of beauty ; thinking man Through God made manifest ...
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... feel all their arms round her throat , Cling , strangle a little , to sew by degrees And ' broider the long ... feels ! At first , happy news came , in gay letters moil'd With my kisses , -of camp - life and glory , and how They both lov ...
... feel all their arms round her throat , Cling , strangle a little , to sew by degrees And ' broider the long ... feels ! At first , happy news came , in gay letters moil'd With my kisses , -of camp - life and glory , and how They both lov ...
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... feeling , kissing all their peaks of gray ; And far south the waters wear a Smile along the Riviera . Helmed with snow , the Alpine giants at invaders look defiance , Gazing over nearer summits , with a fixed , mys- terious stare , Down ...
... feeling , kissing all their peaks of gray ; And far south the waters wear a Smile along the Riviera . Helmed with snow , the Alpine giants at invaders look defiance , Gazing over nearer summits , with a fixed , mys- terious stare , Down ...
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ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ancient Apennine ARTHUR SYMONS beauty behold beneath blue breast breath bright brow cloud crown dark dead death deep divine dost doth dream earth eyes face fair fame feet flame Florence flowers gaze GIOSUÉ CARDUCCI gleam gloom glory glow gold grave green hath heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hills holy hour Italy JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS kiss lake land light look LORD BYRON marble mighty mist mountain murmur night o'er Olger OSCAR WILDE palace pass PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY purple rise Robert Haven Schauffler Rome rose round ruin shade shadows shore shrine SILAS WEIR MITCHELL silent sing skies sleep smiles soft song soul stand stars stone stood stream sweet thee thine things thou thought throng Tiber tomb tower town twilight unto Venice vines walls wandered waves wild wind
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Page 171 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss ; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
Page 378 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
Page 235 - But meanwhile axe and lever Have manfully been plied; And now the bridge hangs tottering Above the boiling tide. " Come back, come back, Horatius !
Page 227 - Or view the Lord of the unerring bow, The God of life, and poesy, and light — The Sun in human limbs array'd, and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight, The shaft hath just been shot — the arrow bright With an immortal's vengeance ; in his eye And nostril beautiful disdain, and might And majesty, flash their full lightnings by, Developing in that one glance the Deity.
Page 226 - Or, turning to the Vatican, go see Laocoon's torture dignifying pain — A father's love and mortal's agony With an immortal's patience blending : — Vain The struggle ; vain, against the coiling strain And gripe, and deepening of the dragon's grasp, The old man's clench ; the long envenomed chain Rivets the living links, — the enormous asp Enforces pang on pang, and stifles gasp on gasp.
Page 289 - I see the deep's untrampled floor With green and purple sea-weeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown...
Page 239 - They gave him of the corn-land, That was of public right, As much as two strong oxen Could plough from morn till night ; And they made a molten image, And set it up on high, And there it stands unto this day To witness if I lie.
Page 397 - What? Those lesser thirds so plaintive, sixths diminished, sigh on sigh, Told them something? Those suspensions, those solutions — "Must we die?" Those commiserating sevenths — "Life might last! we can but try!" "Were you happy?"— "Yes."— "And are you still as happy?"— "Yes.
Page 419 - I RODE one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice : a bare strand Of hillocks, heaped from ever-shifting sand, Matted with thistles and amphibious weeds, Such as from earth's embrace the salt ooze breeds, Is this ; an uninhabited sea-side, Which the lone fisher, when his nets are dried, Abandons ; and no other object breaks The waste, but one dwarf tree and some few stakes Broken and unrepaired, and the tide makes A narrow space of level sand...
Page 201 - Arches on arches ! as it were that Rome. Collecting the chief trophies of her line, Would build up all her triumphs in one dome, Her Coliseum stands ; the moonbeams shine As 'twere its natural torches, for divine Should be the light which streams here to illume This long-explored but still exhaustless mine Of contemplation...