The works of ... lord Byron, Volumer 7-8 |
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Side 106
... Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world , the home Of all Art yields , and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert , what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful , thy waste . More rich than other climes ' fertility ! Thy wreck a ...
... Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world , the home Of all Art yields , and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert , what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful , thy waste . More rich than other climes ' fertility ! Thy wreck a ...
Side 116
... Italy ! through every other land Thy wrongs should ring , and shall , from side to side ; Mother of Arts ! as once of arms ; thy hand Was then our guardian , and is still our guide ; Parent of our Religion ! whom the wide Nations have ...
... Italy ! through every other land Thy wrongs should ring , and shall , from side to side ; Mother of Arts ! as once of arms ; thy hand Was then our guardian , and is still our guide ; Parent of our Religion ! whom the wide Nations have ...
Side 120
... Italy ! Time , which hath wrong'd thee with ten thousand rents Of thine imperial garment , shall deny , And hath denied , to every other sky , Spirits which soar from ruin ; thy decay Is still impregnate with divinity , Which gilds it ...
... Italy ! Time , which hath wrong'd thee with ten thousand rents Of thine imperial garment , shall deny , And hath denied , to every other sky , Spirits which soar from ruin ; thy decay Is still impregnate with divinity , Which gilds it ...
Side 150
... Italy Rienzi ! last of Romans ! While the tree 55 Of Freedom's wither'd trunk puts forth a leaf , Even for thy tomb a garland let it be - The forum's champion , and the people's chief — Her new - bornNuma thou — with reign , alas ! too ...
... Italy Rienzi ! last of Romans ! While the tree 55 Of Freedom's wither'd trunk puts forth a leaf , Even for thy tomb a garland let it be - The forum's champion , and the people's chief — Her new - bornNuma thou — with reign , alas ! too ...
Side 157
... Italian night , where the deep skies asume CXXIX . Hues which have words , and speak to ye of heaven , Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument , And shadows forth its glory . There is given Unto the things of earth , which time hath ...
... Italian night , where the deep skies asume CXXIX . Hues which have words , and speak to ye of heaven , Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument , And shadows forth its glory . There is given Unto the things of earth , which time hath ...
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Alban hill Alhama amongst ancient Ariosto Arqua beauty beheld beneath blood Boccaccio breast breath brow called Canto Certaldo CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE Chioza church Cicero Comitium Darvell dead death Decameron deep dust earth edit Egeria eyes fame feel Ficus Ruminalis Florence foes gaze glory gondola hath heart heaven hills honour hope horse hour immortal inscription Italian Italy King lake Latian Laura light limbs Livy look Mazeppa mind mortal mountains Muses Nardini never night Note o'er once Padua pass passion Petrarch poet Roman Rome round ruin Sanguinetto scene seem'd seems seen shore smiled song soul spirit spot stars statue story Suetonius sweet Tasso tears temple thee thine things thou thought throne tomb tree twas Venetians Venice Vettor Pisani voice walls waters waves wild wind wolf words καὶ
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Side 20 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Side 184 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Side 94 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Side 11 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.
Side 183 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Side 18 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Side 154 - Oh Love ! no habitant of earth thou art — An unseen seraph, we believe in thee, A faith whose martyrs are the broken heart, But never yet hath seen, nor e'er shall see The naked eye, thy form, as it should be ; The mind hath made thee, as it peopled heaven, Even with its own desiring phantasy, And to a thought such shape and image given, As haunts the unquench'd soul — parch'd — wearied — wrung — and riven.
Side 158 - Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument, ' And shadows forth its glory. There is given Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.
Side 36 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Side 19 - 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.