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... with wings Spread till the morning sings ; The rose of resurrection , and the bright Breast lavish of the light , The lady lily like the snowy sky Ere the stars 16 THROUGH ITALY WITH THE POETS A SONG OF ITALY Oscar Wilde Swinburne.
... with wings Spread till the morning sings ; The rose of resurrection , and the bright Breast lavish of the light , The lady lily like the snowy sky Ere the stars 16 THROUGH ITALY WITH THE POETS A SONG OF ITALY Oscar Wilde Swinburne.
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... morning had melted away , When maturity looked with the eyes of the day ; And I pondered what ultimate ranges the noon would disclose That still remain shrouded in grey . ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER . LAKE COMO LAKE OF COMO MORE pleased ...
... morning had melted away , When maturity looked with the eyes of the day ; And I pondered what ultimate ranges the noon would disclose That still remain shrouded in grey . ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER . LAKE COMO LAKE OF COMO MORE pleased ...
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... smoking woods gleams hid from morning's ray Slow - travelling down the western hills , to enfold Its green - tinged margin in a blaze of gold ; Thy glittering steeples , whence the matin bell Calls forth 42 THROUGH ITALY WITH THE POETS.
... smoking woods gleams hid from morning's ray Slow - travelling down the western hills , to enfold Its green - tinged margin in a blaze of gold ; Thy glittering steeples , whence the matin bell Calls forth 42 THROUGH ITALY WITH THE POETS.
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... morning air comes purer , creeping up in our vettura , Eastward gleams a rosy tumult with the rising of the day . Toward the north , with gradual changes , steal along the mountain - ranges Tender tints of warmer feeling , kissing all ...
... morning air comes purer , creeping up in our vettura , Eastward gleams a rosy tumult with the rising of the day . Toward the north , with gradual changes , steal along the mountain - ranges Tender tints of warmer feeling , kissing all ...
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... morning Orchards of olive Up to the heights ; Wander at noonday , Quietly pacing Gardens of palm trees ; Then in the evening Loll in my balcony , Over the boundless Undulant ocean Dreaming and dreaming . Swift in the southland Steals to ...
... morning Orchards of olive Up to the heights ; Wander at noonday , Quietly pacing Gardens of palm trees ; Then in the evening Loll in my balcony , Over the boundless Undulant ocean Dreaming and dreaming . Swift in the southland Steals to ...
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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 238 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank. And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
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 33 - I go in the rain, and, more than needs, A rope cuts both my wrists behind ; And I think, by the feel, my forehead bleeds, For they fling, whoever has a mind, Stones at me for my year's misdeeds. Thus I entered, and thus I go ! In triumphs, people have dropped down dead. " Paid by the world, what dost thou owe Me ? " — God might question ; now instead, 'Tis God shall repay : I am safer so.
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 419 - I love all waste And solitary places ; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be...
Page 290 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
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 379 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone, but beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade, but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy...
Page 239 - quoth false Sextus ; " Will not the villain drown ? But for this stay, ere close of day We should have sacked the town ! " " Heaven help him ! " quoth Lars Porsena, "And bring him safe to shore; For such a gallant feat of arms Was never seen before.
Page 128 - twere a little sky Gulfed in a world below ; A firmament of purple light Which in the dark earth lay, More boundless than the depth of night, And purer than the day — In which the lovely forests grew As in the upper air, More perfect both in shape and hue Than any spreading there.