Memorials of a Tour in Some Parts of Greece: Chiefly PoeticalE. Moxon, 1834 - 167 sider |
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... hand of sense , and consigned to the care of our adoption ? The only poet of our time into whom the power of old Greece past like living fire , never left the smoke of London till he went away to die ; Keats could have learnt nothing ...
... hand of sense , and consigned to the care of our adoption ? The only poet of our time into whom the power of old Greece past like living fire , never left the smoke of London till he went away to die ; Keats could have learnt nothing ...
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... hand . Now forward , -forward on a beaming path , But be each step as fair as hope has feigned it , For me , the memory of the little while , That here I rested happily , within The close - drawn pale of English sympathies , Will bear ...
... hand . Now forward , -forward on a beaming path , But be each step as fair as hope has feigned it , For me , the memory of the little while , That here I rested happily , within The close - drawn pale of English sympathies , Will bear ...
Side 11
... hand . Beyond the strait , which is seldom not adorned by some considerable vessel passing at full sail in one or other direction , the Albanian hills lay their huge shadows over each other as the place of the sun may chance to be ...
... hand . Beyond the strait , which is seldom not adorned by some considerable vessel passing at full sail in one or other direction , the Albanian hills lay their huge shadows over each other as the place of the sun may chance to be ...
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... hands of what other nation they should deliver the sacred trust of their country's protection ; for there was not one among them , who did not feel that only the shield of a pow- erful guardian could defend the weakness of their natural ...
... hands of what other nation they should deliver the sacred trust of their country's protection ; for there was not one among them , who did not feel that only the shield of a pow- erful guardian could defend the weakness of their natural ...
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... hand laid lightly on low chords , — A voice that sobbed between its words . " Stranger ! the voice that trembles in your ear , You would have placed , had you been fancy - free , First in the chorus of the happiest sphere , The home of ...
... hand laid lightly on low chords , — A voice that sobbed between its words . " Stranger ! the voice that trembles in your ear , You would have placed , had you been fancy - free , First in the chorus of the happiest sphere , The home of ...
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Memorials of a Tour in Some Parts of Greece: Chiefly Poetical Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1834 |
Memorials of a Tour in Some Parts of Greece: Chiefly Poetical Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1834 |
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Acropolis Alì Pacha antient Athenian Athens awful bear beauty bright calm character clear cliffs close common dark deep delight desolate district earth edifices Epirus existence eyes faith fancy fate fear feel gazed glory Gods Gothic architecture Grecian Greece Greek ground hand heart Herodotus Hieron hills Homer human imagination immense inscription Iolcos island Kalabaka klepht land Larisa light Livy look Marathon memory moral mountain nation nature never objects Parthenon pass passion Pausanias peace peculiar PELASGIAN Pelasgus Peneus perfect perhaps peribolus Pharsalia plain platans poet poetical political Pouqueville repose rest rock Roman ruins scene seems shade shame shore side Sir William Gell song spirit stone Strabo strange sublime Suli Suliot Tempe temple Thessaly Thine thing Thou thought town travellers truth Turkish vale village voice Volo wall whole wonder τὸ
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Side 28 - There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes ; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
Side 6 - Be Yarrow stream unseen, unknown, It must, or we shall rue it, We have a vision of our own, Ah ! why should we undo it ? The treasured dreams of times long past, We'll keep them, ' winsome Marrow,' For when we're there, although 'tis fair, 'Twill be another Yarrow.
Side 137 - GREEK RELIGION. COULD we, though but for an hour, burst through those gates adamantine, Which, as the children of men pass onward in swift generation, Time's dark cavern along, are heavily closing behind them ! Could we but breathe the delight of the time when, fresh in his boyhood, Out of his own exuberant life, Man gave unto Nature, And new senses awoke, through every nerve of creation ! Waves of the old...
Side 142 - ... with a curious pleasure. Thou art become, oh Echo ! a voice, an inanimate image ; Where is the palest of maids, dark-tressed, dark-wreathed with ivy, Who with her lips half-opened, and gazes of beautiful wonder, Quickly repeated the words that burst on her lonely recesses, Low in a love-lorn tone, too deep-distracted to answer ? What must have been thy Nature, oh Greece! when marvellous-lovely As it is now, it is only the tomb of an ancient existence ? MARATHON.
Side 18 - Till high intelligences glisten In their intense Egyptian eyes, — So I began, in that light breeze, Glancing along those noted seas, To trace a harmony distinct, A meaning in each change of tone, And sound to sound more strangely linkt, Than in my awe I dared to own : — But when in clearer unison That marvellous concord still went on, And, gently as a blossom grows, A frame of syllables uprose, With a delight akin to fear My heart beat fast and strong, to hear Two murmurs beautifully blent, As...
Side 10 - Not only with her antique properties, But with all other gifts and privilege, Within the circle of his regal hand. Now forward, — forward on a beaming path, But be each step as fair as hope has feigned it, For me, the memory of the little while, That here I rested happily, within The close-drawn pale of English sympathies, Will bear the fruit of many an after-thought, Bright in the dubious track of after-years. A DREAM OF SAPPHO. THE range of rocks which forms the
Side 104 - Verran le madri ai parvoli le belle Orme del vostro sangue. Ecco io mi prostro, O benedetti, al suolo, E bacio questi sassi e queste zolle, Che fien lodate e chiare eternamente Dall' uno all