Skies Italian: A Little Breviary for Travellers in ItalyEdmund D. Brooks, 1910 - Всего страниц: 368 |
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Apennine Arno Aubrey de Vere beauty beneath blue breast breath bright brow cloud dark dead dear death deep divine dome doth dream dust earth Eugene Lee-Hamilton eyes face fair fame feet fingers Florence flowers gaze George Edward Woodberry gloom glory gold golden grave gray green hand hath head hear heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills Italy kiss land light lips live look Lord Byron marble moon mountain mused night o'er once Oscar Wilde paint palace pale Percy Bysshe Shelley praise Robert Browning Robert Underwood Johnson Rome rose round Saint shade shadow shine shore silent sings Sirmio skies sleep smile soft song soul spin spirit star stone street sweet thee thine things Thomas Bailey Aldrich thou art thought throne tomb tower Venice walls Walter Savage Landor wandering wave wild wind wings
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Стр. 216 - 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, ev'n from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height — The locks of the approaching storm.
Стр. 215 - 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 (Driving...
Стр. 247 - That brave Frascati villa with its bath, So, let the blue lump poise between my knees, Like God the Father's globe on both his hands Ye worship in the Jesu Church so gay, For Gandolf shall not choose but see and burst! Swift as a weaver's shuttle fleet our years: Man goeth to the grave, and where is he?
Стр. 302 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Стр. 340 - With her rainbow locks Streaming among the streams ; Her steps paved with green The downward ravine Which slopes to the western gleams ; And gliding and springing, She went, ever singing, In murmurs as soft as sleep. The Earth seemed to love her, And Heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep.
Стр. 262 - twere its natural torches, for divine Should be the light which streams here, to illume This long-explored but still exhaustless mine Of contemplation...
Стр. 111 - 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. 247 - Ready to twitch the Nymph's last garment off, And Moses with the tables . . . but I know Ye mark me not! What do they whisper thee, Child of my bowels, Anselm ? Ah, ye hope To revel down my villas while I gasp Bricked o'er with beggar's mouldy travertine Which Gandolf from his tomb-top chuckles at!
Стр. 15 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers...
Стр. 301 - 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.