PoemsLee and Shepard, 1872 |
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... Greece " 675 Fame- " What is the end of fame " 677 The shipwreck- " The wind increased 677 First Love - " " Tis sweet to hear " 690 Evening- " Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour " 692 Haidée " They carpeted their feet " 693 Vain Regrets ...
... Greece " 675 Fame- " What is the end of fame " 677 The shipwreck- " The wind increased 677 First Love - " " Tis sweet to hear " 690 Evening- " Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour " 692 Haidée " They carpeted their feet " 693 Vain Regrets ...
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... Greece and Rome . His first place of halt was Lisbon , whose beautiful bay must have been strongly provocative of a love of travel , whilst the degradation of the inhabitants of the country furnished ample matter for the indulgence of ...
... Greece and Rome . His first place of halt was Lisbon , whose beautiful bay must have been strongly provocative of a love of travel , whilst the degradation of the inhabitants of the country furnished ample matter for the indulgence of ...
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... Greece . " " After an absence of two years he , in July 1811 , returned to England , a wiser , but I fear not a better man . ' Whether he had been as various and successful in his amours as he would lead his readers to think , I know ...
... Greece . " " After an absence of two years he , in July 1811 , returned to England , a wiser , but I fear not a better man . ' Whether he had been as various and successful in his amours as he would lead his readers to think , I know ...
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... Greece ; but no , - with all his errors , he was an Englishman , and I will not think them even possible . * " 9 In Switzerland he renewed his intimacy with Madame de Staël , who was more kind to him than she had been in London . The ...
... Greece ; but no , - with all his errors , he was an Englishman , and I will not think them even possible . * " 9 In Switzerland he renewed his intimacy with Madame de Staël , who was more kind to him than she had been in London . The ...
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... Greece from the hands of the Turk . His residence in Greece , and his poetry connected with it , had rendered him familiar to the Greeks ; their hopes magnified the extent of his wealth , and they hailed the promise of his coming among ...
... Greece from the hands of the Turk . His residence in Greece , and his poetry connected with it , had rendered him familiar to the Greeks ; their hopes magnified the extent of his wealth , and they hailed the promise of his coming among ...
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Էջ 579 - 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 : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Էջ 554 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...
Էջ 616 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Էջ 532 - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Էջ 554 - But, hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! arm! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar! Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound, the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear...
Էջ 617 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Էջ 670 - And where are they, and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now The heroic bosom beats no more! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Էջ 302 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Էջ 567 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion ? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these?
Էջ 532 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been...