Marino Faliero, Doge of Venice: An Historical Tragedy, in Five Acts ; with Notes

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Strona 248 - Many are poets but without the name, For what is poesy but to create From overfeeling good or ill ; and aim At an external life beyond our fate, And be the new Prometheus of new men, Bestowing fire from heaven, and then, too late, Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain...
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Strona 209 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Strona 234 - And join their strength to that which with thee copes; What is there wanting then to set thee free, And show thy beauty in its fullest light ? To make the Alps impassable ; and we, Her sons, may do this with one deed Unite.
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