Restormel ... The patriot priest, and other verses, by the author of The vale of Lanherne, Issue 759 |
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... Italy ! But as thy beauty great thy misery , By strangers trampled and by factions torn , Till of all nations left the most forlorn ; Yet giving , in the depth of thy despair , To a degenerate world examples rare Of manliness of the ...
... Italy ! But as thy beauty great thy misery , By strangers trampled and by factions torn , Till of all nations left the most forlorn ; Yet giving , in the depth of thy despair , To a degenerate world examples rare Of manliness of the ...
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... Italy ; like lady from her lord Parted by force , and made a stranger's slave , Or left a widow weeping at the grave ... Italy's young hearts ; the Austrian chain Had numb'd the people's limbs with its vast coil , Until they crouch'd ...
... Italy ; like lady from her lord Parted by force , and made a stranger's slave , Or left a widow weeping at the grave ... Italy's young hearts ; the Austrian chain Had numb'd the people's limbs with its vast coil , Until they crouch'd ...
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... Italy must be one from shore to shore . But sad experience came with the dark years , And Freedom's flickering flame with bitter tears Was sprinkled oft , and oft nigh whelm'd with blood From bosoms of the wise , the brave , the good ...
... Italy must be one from shore to shore . But sad experience came with the dark years , And Freedom's flickering flame with bitter tears Was sprinkled oft , and oft nigh whelm'd with blood From bosoms of the wise , the brave , the good ...
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... Italians cried To arms to arms ! ' 6 Enrico bless'd their banners - bless'd in vain ! Radetsky's horsemen on the Lombard plain Trampled them down as never more to wave , Or but to shroud their bearers in the grave . Then at his post ...
... Italians cried To arms to arms ! ' 6 Enrico bless'd their banners - bless'd in vain ! Radetsky's horsemen on the Lombard plain Trampled them down as never more to wave , Or but to shroud their bearers in the grave . Then at his post ...
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... Italian heart thou hast , and thou Feel'st for his woe who hath endured enow For love of country , but endured with joy , And under the inflictions they employ Continually who still doth calm remain , Yet knows not 180 THE PATRIOT PRIEST .
... Italian heart thou hast , and thou Feel'st for his woe who hath endured enow For love of country , but endured with joy , And under the inflictions they employ Continually who still doth calm remain , Yet knows not 180 THE PATRIOT PRIEST .
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Page 197 - I had), and been counted happy to be born in such a place of philosophic freedom, as they supposed England was, while themselves did nothing but bemoan the servile condition into which learning amongst them was brought ; that this was it which had damped the glory of Italian wits ; that nothing had been there written now these many years but flattery and fustian.
Page 156 - JUSTUM et tenacem propositi virum Non civium ardor prava jubentium, Non vultus instantis tyranni Mente quatit solida, neque Auster, Dux inquieti turbidus Adriae, 5 Nee fulminantis magna manus Jovis : Si fractus illabatur orbis, * Impavidum ferient ruinae.
Page 203 - Cornwall. * Lanherne is a highly picturesque spot on the Cornish Coast. Mr. Stokes has sketched its features with a painter's eye and a poetical spirit, giving to them an historical interest, when the subject admits. ART JOURNAL. ' The work, from its intrinsic merits, is worthy of a wide circulation, and will be read with pleasure by all lovers of thoughtful and melodious verse. The illustrations, which are in the first style of lithography, add much to its attractions.
Page 196 - Surrounded by congregated multitudes, I now imagine that, from the Columns of Hercules to the Indian Ocean, I behold the nations of the earth recovering that liberty which they so long had lost...
Page 2 - ... days) for building, and so strong for defence, should in time of secure peace, and under the protection of his natural princes, be wronged with those spoilings than which it could endure no greater at the hands of any foreign and deadly enemy.
Page 65 - This ruyned Oven layeth open her entrayles that men may yet see the bountye of pristine ages. The whole castle beginneth to mourne, and to wringe out harde stones for teares, that she that was...
Page 65 - Dore-postes, the fayre and large Chymnye pieces, and all that would yeld monie or serve for use, are converted to private men's purposes ; and there remayneth a forlorne showe of honor, not conten tinge anie compassionate eye to behold her lingrynge decayes.
Page 128 - Think you the chase unfits him for the Church ? Attend him there, and you will find his tones Such as become the place ; nay, you may search Through many counties from cathedral thrones, And lofty stalls where solemn prebends perch, To parish aisles which are not cells of drones, But echo the sweet sound of psalm and prayer, And you will hear no voice more earnest there.
Page 152 - Dante's daughter dwelt, Under the shadow of Saint Stephen's tower, Poor and forlorn, her name the only dower From him beside whose tomb she often knelt. Florence, repenting late, compassion felt, And thence one day a stranger came with gold, Which to the Nun, so saintly and so cold, He proffered smiling, while his heart did melt. No other than Boccaccio brought the gift, Who as a son revered and loved her sire ; And, when she did her hood all meekly lift To render grateful answer and retire, He by...
Page 63 - This chapel is but twenty-five feet six, by seventeen feet six; but 'that it might be the more commodious, there seems to have been an anti-chapel. This chapel, as Leland well observes, is a newer work than the castle itself; and I may add, that the gateway and the large windows in the rampart wall, are also more modern than the keep, for they were not made for war and safety...