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... TOMB AT ARQUA 161 41 . 42. TASSO HOUSE 163 165 43. FLORENCE 44. VENUS DE ' MEDICI 45. SANTA CROCE . 46. THRASIMENE 168 170 172 176 47 . TEMPLE OF CLITUMNUS 178 48. SORACTE 181 49. ROME 183 • NO . 50. THE WOLF 51. TOMB OF CECILIA METELLA ...
... TOMB AT ARQUA 161 41 . 42. TASSO HOUSE 163 165 43. FLORENCE 44. VENUS DE ' MEDICI 45. SANTA CROCE . 46. THRASIMENE 168 170 172 176 47 . TEMPLE OF CLITUMNUS 178 48. SORACTE 181 49. ROME 183 • NO . 50. THE WOLF 51. TOMB OF CECILIA METELLA ...
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... TOMB OF CECILIA METELLA 52. ROME . - COLUMN OF PHOCAS 53. FOUNT OF EGERIA 54. ROME . - COLISEUM 55. THE GLADIATOR PAGK 187 191 196 198 203 207 56. ROME . - INTERIOR OF THE COLISEUM 209 57. MOLE OF HADRIAN 58. ROME.-ST. PETER'S ...
... TOMB OF CECILIA METELLA 52. ROME . - COLUMN OF PHOCAS 53. FOUNT OF EGERIA 54. ROME . - COLISEUM 55. THE GLADIATOR PAGK 187 191 196 198 203 207 56. ROME . - INTERIOR OF THE COLISEUM 209 57. MOLE OF HADRIAN 58. ROME.-ST. PETER'S ...
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... tomb , Had buried long his hopes , no more to rise : Pleasure's pallid victim ! life - abhorring gloom Wrote on his faded brow curst Cain's unresting doom . LXXXIV . Still he beheld , nor mingled with the throng ; But view'd them not ...
... tomb , Had buried long his hopes , no more to rise : Pleasure's pallid victim ! life - abhorring gloom Wrote on his faded brow curst Cain's unresting doom . LXXXIV . Still he beheld , nor mingled with the throng ; But view'd them not ...
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... tomb , But cannot hope for rest before . 6 What Exile from himself can flee ? To Zones , though more and more remote , Still , still pursues , where - e'er I be , The blight of life - the demon Thought . 7 Yet others rapt in pleasure ...
... tomb , But cannot hope for rest before . 6 What Exile from himself can flee ? To Zones , though more and more remote , Still , still pursues , where - e'er I be , The blight of life - the demon Thought . 7 Yet others rapt in pleasure ...
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... tomb ? LXXIV . Spirit of freedom ! when on Phyle's brow Thou sat'st with Thrasybulus and his train , Couldst thou forebode the dismal hour which now Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain ? Not thirty tyrants now enforce the chain ...
... tomb ? LXXIV . Spirit of freedom ! when on Phyle's brow Thou sat'st with Thrasybulus and his train , Couldst thou forebode the dismal hour which now Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain ? Not thirty tyrants now enforce the chain ...
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Page 84 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Page 122 - Alas, the lofty city ! and alas, The trebly hundred triumphs ! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away ! Alas for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page ! But these shall be Her resurrection ; all beside— decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free ! LXXXIII.
Page 83 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Page 85 - And this is in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee!
Page 69 - 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...
Page 68 - 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...
Page 83 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Page 41 - But 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 flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Page 66 - Yet must I think less wildly : — I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd.
Page 144 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone — with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook his former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in his honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect ? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.