Italy, a PoemE. Moxon, 1859 - Всего страниц: 327 |
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age to age AMALFI ancient beautiful Boccaccio BOLOGNA breath called Catullus church CIMABUE City cliff comes cried cross darkness dead death delight Doge door dream drew earth ELEONORA DI TOLEDO entered ere long eyes father fear fell fled Florence gate gazed GENOA glade glimmering gold Gondolier gone grave groves hadst hand heard heart heaven holy hour Italy La Scala lake length light line 11 lived look lost MARCOLINI MONTE CASSINO moon Naples night noble noblest numbered o'er once Padua palaces passed Petrarch pleasure Pompeii rest ROME round sacred sail sate says seen sigh silent sitting sleep song soon splendour stir stood stranger sung temple thee things thou hast thought thousand thro Titian tomb tower traveller turned Twas twelve tables Venetian VENICE verse voice walls wander waves whence wild young youth
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Стр. 99 - Orsini lived ; and long mightst thou have seen an old man wandering as in quest of something, something he could not find — he knew not what. When he was gone, the house remained awhile silent and tenantless — then went to strangers.
Стр. 249 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Стр. 99 - Nor was she to be found! Her Father cried, "Tis but to make a trial of our love!' And filled his glass to all; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest the panic spread. 'Twas but that instant she had left Francesco, Laughing and looking back and flying still, Her ivory-tooth imprinted on his finger.
Стр. 105 - Not happy, in thy death thou surely wert ; Thy wish accomplished ; dying in the land Where thy young mind had caught ethereal fire ; Dying in Greece, and in a cause so glorious. They in thy train — ah, little did they think, As round we went, that they so soon should sit Mourning beside thee, while a Nation...
Стр. 96 - IF thou shouldst ever come by choice or chance To MODENA, /where still religiously Among her ancient trophies is preserved BOLOGNA'S bucket (in its chain it hangs Within that reverend tower, the Guirlandine) Stop at a Palace near the Reggio-gate, Dwelt in of old by one of the ORSINI.
Стр. 108 - Nor then forget that chamber of the dead, Where the gigantic shapes of Night and Day, Turned into stone, rest everlastingly ; Yet still are breathing, and shed round at noon A twofold influence, — only to be felt — A light, a darkness, mingling each with each ; Both, and yet neither. There, from age to age, Two ghosts are sitting on their sepulchres. That is the Duke Lorenzo. Mark him well. He meditates, his head upon his hand. What from beneath his helm-like...
Стр. 309 - Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is in the bosom of God ; her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in heaven and earth do her homage; the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
Стр. 295 - There it was that I found and visited the famous Galileo, grown old, a prisoner to the Inquisition, for thinking in astronomy otherwise than the Franciscan and Dominican licensers thought.
Стр. 295 - That what the greatest and choicest wits of Athens, Rome, or modern Italy, and those Hebrews of old did for their country, I in my proportion with this over and above of being a Christian, might do for mine : not caring to be once named abroad, though perhaps I could attain to that, but content with these British Islands as my world...
Стр. 97 - Tis of a lady in her earliest youth, The very last of that illustrious race, Done by Zampieri — but by whom I care not. He who observes it, ere he passes on, Gazes his fill, and comes and comes again, That he may call it up when far away. She sits, inclining forward as to speak, Her lips half open, and her finger up, As though she said,