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A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee ; tameless and swift and proud . V. Make me thy lyre , even as the forest is : . What is my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take ...
A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee ; tameless and swift and proud . V. Make me thy lyre , even as the forest is : . What is my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take ...
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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!
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| Название | Poems of Places: Italy Poems of Places (Том 11), Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| Редактор | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| составитель: | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| Издатель | J.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Принстонский университет |
| Оцифровано | 15 фев 2008 |
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