Poems of Places: ItalyHenry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 |
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... once to glory raised , again rehearse , And pour through Roman towns the Ascræan verse . Virgil . Tr . William Sotheby . COAST OF ETRURIA . [ GILIUM'S woody heights my wonder raise , IGILIU Nor shall my verse defraud it of its praise ...
... once to glory raised , again rehearse , And pour through Roman towns the Ascræan verse . Virgil . Tr . William Sotheby . COAST OF ETRURIA . [ GILIUM'S woody heights my wonder raise , IGILIU Nor shall my verse defraud it of its praise ...
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... once the wind Fell to a calm , the parting light declined ; Nor could we stretch before the onward gale , Nor yet returning bend the backward sail . By night , we quarter on the sandy shore , And myrtle groves for evening homes explore ...
... once the wind Fell to a calm , the parting light declined ; Nor could we stretch before the onward gale , Nor yet returning bend the backward sail . By night , we quarter on the sandy shore , And myrtle groves for evening homes explore ...
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... once loved of Heaven o'er all beside , FAIR Which blue waves gird and lofty mountains screen ! Thou clime of fertile fields and sky serene , Whose gay expanse the Apennines divide ! What boots it now , that Rome's old warlike pride Left ...
... once loved of Heaven o'er all beside , FAIR Which blue waves gird and lofty mountains screen ! Thou clime of fertile fields and sky serene , Whose gay expanse the Apennines divide ! What boots it now , that Rome's old warlike pride Left ...
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... Once more thy long - lost freedom to obtain ; The path of honor yet once more regain , And leave no blot upon my country's page ! Thy haughty lords , who trample o'er thee now , Have worn the yoke which bows to earth thy neck 14 POEMS ...
... Once more thy long - lost freedom to obtain ; The path of honor yet once more regain , And leave no blot upon my country's page ! Thy haughty lords , who trample o'er thee now , Have worn the yoke which bows to earth thy neck 14 POEMS ...
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... Once she was mighty ! Is this she ? " Where is thy vaunted strength , thy high resolve ? Who from thy belt hath torn the warrior sword ? How hast thou fallen from thy pride of place To this abyss of misery ! Are there none To combat for ...
... Once she was mighty ! Is this she ? " Where is thy vaunted strength , thy high resolve ? Who from thy belt hath torn the warrior sword ? How hast thou fallen from thy pride of place To this abyss of misery ! Are there none To combat for ...
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ancient Apennine Aubrey de Vere azure bark beauty behold beneath blood blue bosom bowers breast breath bright brow clime clouds crimson crown Dante Alighieri dark dead death deep divine doth dream earth Enceladus eyes face fair fame Felicia Hemans Florence flowers gaze gleam gliding glory glowing gold golden gray hand hath heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills holy hour Italy Joseph Addison lake land light Longfellow look Lord Lord Byron marble morning mountains Naples night o'er once passed Percy Bysshe Shelley plain pride Richard Henry Wilde rocks roof rose round ruin sacred sail Samuel Rogers shade shining shore sigh silent skies sleep smiles soft song soul spirit stand star stood stream summer sunny sweet thee thine thou art thought tomb towers vines voice walls wandered waters waves William Gibson William Wetmore Story winds young Italy youth
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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!