A New Library of Poetry and Song, Tom 2William Cullen Bryant J. B. Ford, 1877 - 934 |
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... ITALY . " SAMUEL ROGERS . I AM in Rome ! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes , waking at once I cry , Whence this excess of joy ? What has befallen me ? And from within a thrilling voice replies , Thou art in Rome ! A thousand busy ...
... ITALY . " SAMUEL ROGERS . I AM in Rome ! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes , waking at once I cry , Whence this excess of joy ? What has befallen me ? And from within a thrilling voice replies , Thou art in Rome ! A thousand busy ...
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William Cullen Bryant. Of contemplation ; and the azure gloom Of an Italian night , where the deep skies assume Hues which have words , and speak to ye of heaven , Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument , And shadows forth its glory ...
William Cullen Bryant. Of contemplation ; and the azure gloom Of an Italian night , where the deep skies assume Hues which have words , and speak to ye of heaven , Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument , And shadows forth its glory ...
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... ITALY . " be THIS region , surely , is not of the earth . Was it not dropt from heaven ? Not a grove , Citron or pine or cedar , not a grot Sea - worn and mantled with the gadding vine , But breathes enchantment . Not a cliff but flings ...
... ITALY . " be THIS region , surely , is not of the earth . Was it not dropt from heaven ? Not a grove , Citron or pine or cedar , not a grot Sea - worn and mantled with the gadding vine , But breathes enchantment . Not a cliff but flings ...
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... Italy ! Thy fame is blown abroad from all the heights , Through all the nations , and a sound is heard , As of a mighty wind , and men devout , Strangers of Rome , and the new proselytes , In their own language hear thy wondrous word ...
... Italy ! Thy fame is blown abroad from all the heights , Through all the nations , and a sound is heard , As of a mighty wind , and men devout , Strangers of Rome , and the new proselytes , In their own language hear thy wondrous word ...
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... Italian of LEONARDO DA VINCI , by WILLIAM W. STORY . CONSTANCY . ONE eve of beauty , when the sun Was on the streams of Guadalquiver , To gold converting , one by one , The ripples of the mighty river , Beside me on the bank was seated ...
... Italian of LEONARDO DA VINCI , by WILLIAM W. STORY . CONSTANCY . ONE eve of beauty , when the sun Was on the streams of Guadalquiver , To gold converting , one by one , The ripples of the mighty river , Beside me on the bank was seated ...
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Strona 626 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Strona 815 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Strona 556 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Strona 783 - Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
Strona 709 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-brier, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Strona 461 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet — But hark!
Strona 818 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent, and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Strona 723 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Strona 709 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Strona 657 - Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling...