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... seen , much learnt ; and most at thine , LONDON - thy hive the greatest of them all , Gathering , enlarging still . Let us stand by , And note who passes . Here comes one , a Youth , ' Glowing with pride , the pride of conscious power ...
... seen , much learnt ; and most at thine , LONDON - thy hive the greatest of them all , Gathering , enlarging still . Let us stand by , And note who passes . Here comes one , a Youth , ' Glowing with pride , the pride of conscious power ...
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... Seen thro ' the silvery haze . But soon ' twas gone . The shifting sail flapped idly to and fro , Then bore them off . I am not one of those So dead to all things in this visible world , So wondrously profound - as to move on In the ...
... Seen thro ' the silvery haze . But soon ' twas gone . The shifting sail flapped idly to and fro , Then bore them off . I am not one of those So dead to all things in this visible world , So wondrously profound - as to move on In the ...
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... Seen as they sat , Ranged round their ample hearth - stone in an hour Of rest , they were as gay , as free from guile , As children ; answering , and at once , to all The gentler impulses , to pleasure , mirth ; Mingling , at intervals ...
... Seen as they sat , Ranged round their ample hearth - stone in an hour Of rest , they were as gay , as free from guile , As children ; answering , and at once , to all The gentler impulses , to pleasure , mirth ; Mingling , at intervals ...
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... seen , Save when from rock to rock a hermit crossed By some rude bridge - or one at midnight tolled To matins , and white habits , issuing forth , Glided along those aisles interminable , All , all observant of the sacred law Of Silence ...
... seen , Save when from rock to rock a hermit crossed By some rude bridge - or one at midnight tolled To matins , and white habits , issuing forth , Glided along those aisles interminable , All , all observant of the sacred law Of Silence ...
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... seen Winding from cliff to cliff in loose array To conquer at MARENGO . Tho ' long since , Well I remember how I met them here , As the sun set far down , purpling the west ; And how NAPOLEON , he himself , no less , Wrapt in his cloak ...
... seen Winding from cliff to cliff in loose array To conquer at MARENGO . Tho ' long since , Well I remember how I met them here , As the sun set far down , purpling the west ; And how NAPOLEON , he himself , no less , Wrapt in his cloak ...
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AMALFI ancient Arlecchino beauty blood Boccaccio BOLOGNA breathed called church CIMABUE City cliff clime clouds comes cried darkness dead delight Doge door dream drew dusk till dawn earth ELEONORA DI TOLEDO entered ere long eyes father fear fell fled Florence foot gates gazed GENOA glimmering gold golden vales Gondolier gone grove hadst hand heard heart Heaven holy hour hung Italy La Scala length light lived look lost MARCOLINI night noblest numbered o'er once Padua palaces passed Petrarch pleasure ROME rose round sacred sail seen sigh silent Singing sitting sleep smile song soon soul splendour stir stood stranger sung temple thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thro Titian tomb tower traveller turned Twas twelve tables Vasari VENICE verse VIRGIL voice walls wander waves whence wild young youth
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Page 94 - 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 105 - ... 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 an eyeless skull ? "Tis lost in shade ; yet, like the basilisk, It fascinates, and is intolerable.
Page 47 - 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 115 - 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 93 - Tis of a lady in her earliest youth, The very last of that illustrious race, Done by Zampieri — but by whom I care not. He who observes it, ere he passes on, Gazes his fill, and comes and comes again, That he may call it up when far away. She sits, inclining forward as to speak, Her lips half open, and her finger up, As though she said,
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 ? * Mia bel Giovanni.
Page 253 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, In the Rialto, you have rated me About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug ; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe : You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own'.
Page 95 - 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 92 - IF thou shouldst ever come by choice or chance To Modena, — where still religiously Among her ancient trophies, is preserved Bologna's bucket (in its chain it hangs Within that reverend tower, the Guirlandine), — Stop at a palace near the Reggio gate, Dwelt in of old by one of the Orsini.
Page 262 - There it was that I found and visited the famous Galileo, grown old, a prisoner to the Inquisition, for thinking in astronomy otherwise than the Franciscan and Dominican licensers thought.