Poems of Places: ItalyHenry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 |
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... breathing from their dread . The Gothic horsemen in their naval might Had swept the seas , and waged unnatural fight ; One wondrous haven lent a sheltering home , Far from the conquering Goth , yet near to Rome . We touch on Umbro , no ...
... breathing from their dread . The Gothic horsemen in their naval might Had swept the seas , and waged unnatural fight ; One wondrous haven lent a sheltering home , Far from the conquering Goth , yet near to Rome . We touch on Umbro , no ...
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... breathing round a charm , And keeping well at sea from sand or rock ; The goddess sat , in gold and azure veiled , Upon the poop , from man and heaven concealed . Capraia and Gorgona having past , She turns towards the left the ...
... breathing round a charm , And keeping well at sea from sand or rock ; The goddess sat , in gold and azure veiled , Upon the poop , from man and heaven concealed . Capraia and Gorgona having past , She turns towards the left the ...
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... breath , " My country ! I restore The life thou givest , and gladly die for thee ! " Giacomo Leopardi . Tr . Anon . - - THE CHRONICLE OF THE BOOT . I WAS not made of common calf , Nor ever meant for country loon ; If with an axe I seem ...
... breath , " My country ! I restore The life thou givest , and gladly die for thee ! " Giacomo Leopardi . Tr . Anon . - - THE CHRONICLE OF THE BOOT . I WAS not made of common calf , Nor ever meant for country loon ; If with an axe I seem ...
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... breathing flowers , The tree from Adam's garden , and the blue Sweet sky behind the light aerial towers ; And that young faun that piped , had piped before , - I knew my home : the exile now was o'er ! And when the third rich day ...
... breathing flowers , The tree from Adam's garden , and the blue Sweet sky behind the light aerial towers ; And that young faun that piped , had piped before , - I knew my home : the exile now was o'er ! And when the third rich day ...
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... . They beckon me , the giants , from afar , They wing my footsteps on ; Their helms of ice , their plumage of the pine , Their cuirasses of stone . My heart beats high , my breath comes freer forth INTRODUCTORY . 45 LINES ON LEAVING ITALY.
... . They beckon me , the giants , from afar , They wing my footsteps on ; Their helms of ice , their plumage of the pine , Their cuirasses of stone . My heart beats high , my breath comes freer forth INTRODUCTORY . 45 LINES ON LEAVING ITALY.
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Стр. 166 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning ! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm.
Стр. 167 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Стр. 165 - O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
Стр. 167 - The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
Стр. 235 - When on an idle day, a day of search 'Mid the old lumber in the gallery, That mouldering chest was noticed ; and 'twas said By one as young, as thoughtless as Ginevra, "Why not remove it from its lurking place...
Стр. 28 - With venerable grandeur mark the scene. Could Nature's bounty satisfy the breast. The sons of Italy were surely blest : Whatever fruits in different climes...
Стр. 255 - The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself, is soft like Solitude's.
Стр. 165 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill...
Стр. 118 - The rough, dark-skirted wilderness ; The dun and bladed grass no less, Pointing from this hoary tower In the windless air...
Стр. 176 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the day joins the past Eternity; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest!