With Byron in Italy: A Selection of the Poems and Letters of Lord Byron Relating to His Life in ItalyT. F. Unwin, 1907 - 327 páginas |
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... three are spirits of the earth and air , or ― 1 " Manfred . " - 2 The “ Incantation " had been published with " The Prisoner of Chillon " the year previous . the waters ; the scene is in the Alps ; [ 11 ] THE YEARS 1817 , 1818 , 1819.
... three are spirits of the earth and air , or ― 1 " Manfred . " - 2 The “ Incantation " had been published with " The Prisoner of Chillon " the year previous . the waters ; the scene is in the Alps ; [ 11 ] THE YEARS 1817 , 1818 , 1819.
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... earth and is in heaven , For he hath strengthen'd me in heart and limb . That through this sufferance I might be forgiven , I have employ'd my penance to record How Salem's shrine was won , and how adored . II But this is o'er , my ...
... earth and is in heaven , For he hath strengthen'd me in heart and limb . That through this sufferance I might be forgiven , I have employ'd my penance to record How Salem's shrine was won , and how adored . II But this is o'er , my ...
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... . VI It is no marvel ; from my very birth My soul was drunk with love , which did pervade And mingle with whate'er I saw on earth . " I loved all Solitude ; but little thought To [ 24 ] WITH BYRON IN ITALY Tree known as Tasso's Oak, Rome.
... . VI It is no marvel ; from my very birth My soul was drunk with love , which did pervade And mingle with whate'er I saw on earth . " I loved all Solitude ; but little thought To [ 24 ] WITH BYRON IN ITALY Tree known as Tasso's Oak, Rome.
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... earth to me ! VII I loved all Solitude ; but little thought To spend I know not what of life , remote From all communion with existence , save The maniac and his tyrant . Had I been Their fellow , many years ere this had seen My mind ...
... earth to me ! VII I loved all Solitude ; but little thought To spend I know not what of life , remote From all communion with existence , save The maniac and his tyrant . Had I been Their fellow , many years ere this had seen My mind ...
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... Earth Abandons , Heaven forgets me ; in the dearth Of such defence the Powers of Evil can , It may be , tempt me further , and prevail Against the outworn creature they assail . Why in this furnace is my spirit proved Like steel in ...
... Earth Abandons , Heaven forgets me ; in the dearth Of such defence the Powers of Evil can , It may be , tempt me further , and prevail Against the outworn creature they assail . Why in this furnace is my spirit proved Like steel in ...
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Abbot Adah Arqua bard beauty blood breast breath brow bust Byron Cain Canova Canto Childe Harold clime Column of Phocas Dante dead dear death decay deep didst Doge Don Juan dost doth dust earth English eternal eyes fame father feel Ferrara Florence forget Francesca of Rimini gallery genius gentle Giorgione glory grave Guiccioli hath heart heaven Hobhouse hour immortal Italian Italy JOHN MURRAY VENICE lady Leigh Hunt letter live look Lord Lucifer Manfred marble mind mortal mountains ne'er never night o'er ocean once palace passions Petrarch Pisa poem poet poetry published Ravenna repose Romagna Roman Rome round Samian wine scene seen Shelley shine shore soul spirits stanza stars sweet Tasso thee thine things THOMAS MOORE thou art thought Titian tomb tower tree tyrants Venetian walls waters waves woes words
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Página 71 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within...
Página 104 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime, Dark-heaving, boundless, endless and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 79 - There is a stern round tower of other days, Firm as a fortress, with its fence of stone, Such as an army's baffled strength delays, Standing with half its battlements alone, And with two thousand years of ivy grown, The garland of eternity, where wave The green leaves over all by time o'erthrown ; — What was this tower of strength ? within its cave What treasure lay so lock'd, so hid ? — A woman's grave.
Página 104 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Página 60 - Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste More rich than other climes' fertility; Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
Página 38 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Página 279 - Must we but blush? — Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae! What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah, no; — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, " Let one living head, But one, arise — we come, we come!
Página 104 - Ye Elements, in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted, can ye not Accord me such a being ? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot, Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot...
Página 60 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear, Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die: Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, 18 The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy...
Página 96 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone, with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook his former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in his honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.