Poems of Places: ItalyHenry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 |
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... cloud Broods , and withdraws not ; never is the sky Clear o'er that peak , not even in summer days Or autumn ; nor can man ascend its steeps , Or venture down , so smooth the sides , as if - Man's art had polished them . There in the ...
... cloud Broods , and withdraws not ; never is the sky Clear o'er that peak , not even in summer days Or autumn ; nor can man ascend its steeps , Or venture down , so smooth the sides , as if - Man's art had polished them . There in the ...
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... clouds are driving merrily , And the stars we miss this morn will light More willingly our return to - night . List , my dear fellow , the breeze blows fair ; How it scatters Dominic's long black hair ! Singing of us , and our lazy ...
... clouds are driving merrily , And the stars we miss this morn will light More willingly our return to - night . List , my dear fellow , the breeze blows fair ; How it scatters Dominic's long black hair ! Singing of us , and our lazy ...
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... cloud , And lull the storm of conscience for a while . What new Tiberius , tired of lust and life , May rest him here to give the world a truce , A little truce from perjury and strife , Justice adulterate SORRENTO . 53.
... cloud , And lull the storm of conscience for a while . What new Tiberius , tired of lust and life , May rest him here to give the world a truce , A little truce from perjury and strife , Justice adulterate SORRENTO . 53.
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... cloud , THE Hangs o'er the city's jar , The spirit's shell is in the crowd , The spirit is afar ; Far , where in shadowy gloom Sleeps the dark orange grove , My sense is drunk with its perfume , My heart with love . The slumberous ...
... cloud , THE Hangs o'er the city's jar , The spirit's shell is in the crowd , The spirit is afar ; Far , where in shadowy gloom Sleeps the dark orange grove , My sense is drunk with its perfume , My heart with love . The slumberous ...
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... cloud . And now , ere I these pleasant scenes resign , I would repaint each hue , retouch each line . I would remember every odorous breeze That sighed in the deep shade of citron - trees , The roses clustering on their leafy stalks ...
... cloud . And now , ere I these pleasant scenes resign , I would repaint each hue , retouch each line . I would remember every odorous breeze That sighed in the deep shade of citron - trees , The roses clustering on their leafy stalks ...
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Términos y frases comunes
beauty beneath billows blue bower breast breath bright brow Catullus Christopher Pearse Cranch climbed Clotho clouds crown dark dead deep desolate domes doth dream earth eyes fair fame feet flame floating flowers forever gazed glide glory glow golden gondolas grace green hand hath hear heart heaven hills hour immortal isle Joaquin Miller John Edmund Reade Joseph Addison Lagoon lake light lone Lord Lord Byron marble mighty mist mountain night o'er ocean once palace Percy Bysshe Shelley purple rest rise rocks rose round ruined sacred sail Samuel Rogers scene shade shadow shine shore silent Sirmio sleep smile song soul spin stars stone stream sweet tell thee thine thou throne Titian toil TORCELLO towers Vallombrosa Varese Veii Venice Verona vines voice W. D. Howells wall Walter Savage Landor waters waves wild wind yonder
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Página 212 - But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Página 142 - Shylock, we would have monies', You say so; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold; monies is your suit. What should I say to you? Should I not say, Hath a dog money? is it possible, A cur can lend three thousand ducats'?
Página 101 - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roar'd ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy : But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried, " Help me, Cassius, or I sink...
Página 84 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss ; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
Página 143 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
Página 212 - Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.
Página 156 - I RODE one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice : a bare strand Of hillocks, heaped from ever-shifting sand, Matted with thistles and amphibious weeds, Such as from earth's embrace the salt ooze breeds, Is this; an uninhabited seaside, Which the lone fisher, when his nets are dried, Abandons; and no other object breaks The waste, but one dwarf tree and some few stakes Broken and unrepaired, and the tide makes A narrow space of level sand thereon,...
Página 160 - 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.
Página 153 - There is a glorious city in the sea; The sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing; and the salt seaweed Clings to the marble of her palaces.
Página 212 - She speaks, yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.