Poems of Places: ItalyHenry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 |
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... doth the slippery rock take off Some one , whose loss the god at once supplies , To keep their number full . To these no bark Guided by man has ever come , and left The spot unwrecked ; the billows of the deep And storms of fire in air ...
... doth the slippery rock take off Some one , whose loss the god at once supplies , To keep their number full . To these no bark Guided by man has ever come , and left The spot unwrecked ; the billows of the deep And storms of fire in air ...
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... doth come ; Swift as fire , tempestuously It sweeps into the affrighted sea ; In morning's smile its eddies coil , Its billows sparkle , toss , and boil , Torturing all its quiet light Into columns fierce and bright . The Serchio ...
... doth come ; Swift as fire , tempestuously It sweeps into the affrighted sea ; In morning's smile its eddies coil , Its billows sparkle , toss , and boil , Torturing all its quiet light Into columns fierce and bright . The Serchio ...
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... doth give a better touch To make us feele our joy ; And ease findes tediousnes , as much As labour yeelds annoy . SYREN . Then pleasure likewise seemes the shore , Whereto tendes all your toyle ; Which you forego to make it more , And ...
... doth give a better touch To make us feele our joy ; And ease findes tediousnes , as much As labour yeelds annoy . SYREN . Then pleasure likewise seemes the shore , Whereto tendes all your toyle ; Which you forego to make it more , And ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. SYREN . That doth opinion only cause That ' s out of custom bred ; Which makes us many other laws Than ever nature did . No widdowes waile for our delights , Our sports are without blood ; The world we see by ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. SYREN . That doth opinion only cause That ' s out of custom bred ; Which makes us many other laws Than ever nature did . No widdowes waile for our delights , Our sports are without blood ; The world we see by ...
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... all wild yet lovely coast is thine ; The Sirens yon gray islets have forsook , Yet is each vestige of their haunt divine : Doth not thy awful genius o'er them shine , Bright as yon setting sun that steeps them o'er With SORRENTO . 49.
... all wild yet lovely coast is thine ; The Sirens yon gray islets have forsook , Yet is each vestige of their haunt divine : Doth not thy awful genius o'er them shine , Bright as yon setting sun that steeps them o'er With SORRENTO . 49.
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beauty beneath billows blue bower breast breath bright brow Catullus Christopher Pearse Cranch climbed Clotho clouds crown dark dead deep desolate domes doth dream earth eyes fair fame feet flame floating flowers forever gazed glide glory glow golden gondolas grace green hand hath hear heart heaven hills hour immortal isle Joaquin Miller John Edmund Reade Joseph Addison Lagoon lake light lone Lord Lord Byron marble mighty mist mountain night o'er ocean once palace Percy Bysshe Shelley purple rest rise rocks rose round ruined sacred sail Samuel Rogers scene shade shadow shine shore silent Sirmio sleep smile song soul spin stars stone stream sweet tell thee thine thou throne Titian toil TORCELLO towers Vallombrosa Varese Veii Venice Verona vines voice W. D. Howells wall Walter Savage Landor waters waves wild wind yonder
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Стр. 212 - But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Стр. 142 - Shylock, we would have monies', You say so; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold; monies is your suit. What should I say to you? Should I not say, Hath a dog money? is it possible, A cur can lend three thousand ducats'?
Стр. 101 - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roar'd ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy : But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried, " Help me, Cassius, or I sink...
Стр. 84 - 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.
Стр. 143 - 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...
Стр. 212 - Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.
Стр. 156 - 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 seaside, 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 thereon,...
Стр. 160 - ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC. ONCE did she hold the gorgeous East in fee ; And was the safeguard of the West : the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty.
Стр. 153 - 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.
Стр. 212 - She speaks, yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.