Poems of Places: ItalyHenry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 |
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... voice The cry of whelps just littered , but herself A frightful prodigy , - a sight which none Would care to look on , though he were a god . Twelve feet are hers , all shapeless ; six long necks , A hideous head on each , and triple ...
... voice The cry of whelps just littered , but herself A frightful prodigy , - a sight which none Would care to look on , though he were a god . Twelve feet are hers , all shapeless ; six long necks , A hideous head on each , and triple ...
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... voice , ―― - not an earthly sound , But silence , and water , and monsters around . - " Soon one of these monsters approached me , and plied His hundred feelers to drag Me down through the darkness ; when , springing aside , I abandoned ...
... voice , ―― - not an earthly sound , But silence , and water , and monsters around . - " Soon one of these monsters approached me , and plied His hundred feelers to drag Me down through the darkness ; when , springing aside , I abandoned ...
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... In all her streets The voice of singing and the sprightly chord Are silent . Revelry and dance and show Suffer a syncope and a solemn pause , While God performs upon the trembling stage Of his own 22 POEMS OF PLACES . SICILY SICILY.
... In all her streets The voice of singing and the sprightly chord Are silent . Revelry and dance and show Suffer a syncope and a solemn pause , While God performs upon the trembling stage Of his own 22 POEMS OF PLACES . SICILY SICILY.
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... voice Which winds and waves obey , invades the shore Resistless . Never such a sudden flood , Upridged so high , and sent on such a charge , Possessed an inland scene . Where now the throng That pressed the beach , and , hasty to depart ...
... voice Which winds and waves obey , invades the shore Resistless . Never such a sudden flood , Upridged so high , and sent on such a charge , Possessed an inland scene . Where now the throng That pressed the beach , and , hasty to depart ...
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... voice , " Arise ! be free ; Weak is the hand and rusty is the chain . " Thou callest ; nor in vain . Not only from the mountain rushes forth The knighthood of the North , In whom my soul elate Owns now a race cognate , But even the ...
... voice , " Arise ! be free ; Weak is the hand and rusty is the chain . " Thou callest ; nor in vain . Not only from the mountain rushes forth The knighthood of the North , In whom my soul elate Owns now a race cognate , But even the ...
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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.