ItalyHoughton, Mifflin, 1877 |
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... er the field ; Yet golden corn each laughing valley fills , The vintage reddens on a thousand hills , Luxuriant olives spread from shore to shore , And flocks unnumbered range the pastures o'er . Hence the 2 POEMS OF PLACES . 66.
... er the field ; Yet golden corn each laughing valley fills , The vintage reddens on a thousand hills , Luxuriant olives spread from shore to shore , And flocks unnumbered range the pastures o'er . Hence the 2 POEMS OF PLACES . 66.
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... golden groves around me smile , That shun the coast of Britain's stormy isle , Or when transplanted and preserved with care , Curse the cold clime , and starve in northern air . Here kindly warmth their mounting juice ferments To nobler ...
... golden groves around me smile , That shun the coast of Britain's stormy isle , Or when transplanted and preserved with care , Curse the cold clime , and starve in northern air . Here kindly warmth their mounting juice ferments To nobler ...
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... golden orange glows ; A gentle wind from the blue heaven expands , The myrtle still , and high the laurel stands ! Know'st thou the land ? Ah , there , ah , there Would I with thee , O my beloved , go ! Know'st thou the house ? On ...
... golden orange glows ; A gentle wind from the blue heaven expands , The myrtle still , and high the laurel stands ! Know'st thou the land ? Ah , there , ah , there Would I with thee , O my beloved , go ! Know'st thou the house ? On ...
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... golden hours In those long galleries were ours ; What drives about the fresh Cascinè , Or walks in Boboli's ducal bowers . In bright vignettes , and each complete , Of tower or duomo , sunny - sweet , Or palace , how the city glittered ...
... golden hours In those long galleries were ours ; What drives about the fresh Cascinè , Or walks in Boboli's ducal bowers . In bright vignettes , and each complete , Of tower or duomo , sunny - sweet , Or palace , how the city glittered ...
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... golden air . Remember how we came at last To Como ; shower and storm and blast Had blown the lake beyond his limit , And all was flooded ; and how we past From Como , when the light was gray , And in my head , for half the day , The ...
... golden air . Remember how we came at last To Como ; shower and storm and blast Had blown the lake beyond his limit , And all was flooded ; and how we past From Como , when the light was gray , And in my head , for half the day , The ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ancient Apennine Aubrey de Vere azure bark beauty behold beneath blood blue bosom bowers breast breath bright brow clime clouds crimson crown Dante Alighieri dark dead death deep divine doth dream earth Enceladus eyes face fair fame Felicia Hemans Florence flowers gaze gleam gliding glory glowing gold golden gray hand hath heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills holy hour Italy Joseph Addison lake land light Lion-hearts of young Longfellow look Lord Lord Byron marble morning mountains Naples night o'er once passed Percy Bysshe Shelley plain pride Richard Henry Wilde rocks roof rose round ruin sacred sail Samuel Rogers shade shining shore sigh silent skies sleep smiles soft song soul spirit star stood stream summer sweet thee thine thought tomb towers vines voice walls wandered waters waves William Gibson William Wetmore Story winds young Italy youth
Pasajes populares
Página 166 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning ! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm.
Página 167 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Página 165 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing. Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill...
Página 168 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Página 273 - My soul to-day Is far away, Sailing the Vesuvian Bay; My winged boat, A bird afloat, Swims round the purple peaks remote: — Round purple peaks It sails, and seeks Blue inlets and their crystal creeks, Where high rocks throw, Through deeps below, A duplicated golden glow. Far, vague, and dim The mountains swim; While, on Vesuvius' misty brim, With outstretched hands, The gray smoke stands O'erlooking the volcanic lands.
Página 27 - Or when transplanted and preserved with care, Curse the cold clime, and starve in northern air. Here kindly warmth their mounting juice ferments To nobler tastes, and more exalted scents: 60 E'en the rough rocks with tender myrtle bloom, And trodden weeds send out a rich perfume.
Página 121 - And sea, when once again my brow was bared After thy healing, with such different eyes. O world, as God has made it ! All is beauty : And knowing this is love, and love is duty. What further may be sought for or declared...
Página 28 - Whatever fruits in different climes are found, That proudly rise, or humbly court the ground ; Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year ; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea-bom gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
Página 141 - ... three-parts light, But the palace overshadows one, Because of a crime, which may God requite ! To Florence and God the wrong was done, Through the first republic's murder there By Cosimo and his cursed son.) The Duke (with the statue's face in the square) Turned in the midst of his multitude At the bright approach of the bridal pair.
Página 73 - Beneath a roof, projecting some small space, By way of shelter from the sun and rain. Then rode he through the streets with all his train, And, with the blast of trumpets loud and long, Made proclamation, that whenever wrong Was done to any man, he should but ring The great bell in the square, and he, the King, Would cause the Syndic to decide thereon. Such was the proclamation of King John. How swift the happy days in Atri sped, What wrongs were righted, need not here be said.