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... Italy extends ; Its uplands sloping deck the mountain's side , Woods over woods in gay theatric pride ; While oft some temple's mould'ring tops between With venerable grandeur mark the scene . Could Nature's bounty satisfy the breast ...
... Italy extends ; Its uplands sloping deck the mountain's side , Woods over woods in gay theatric pride ; While oft some temple's mould'ring tops between With venerable grandeur mark the scene . Could Nature's bounty satisfy the breast ...
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... Italy , and professional duty , not only occupied me , but kept me igno- rant , till now , of the sad blanks it has pleased Providence to make on your hospitable board . Had I been aware of them I would not have intruded now to renew ...
... Italy , and professional duty , not only occupied me , but kept me igno- rant , till now , of the sad blanks it has pleased Providence to make on your hospitable board . Had I been aware of them I would not have intruded now to renew ...
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... Italy . So Carthage , and not the dowed queen . His visit - so Anna thinks -is nothing less than providential- " ' Twas Heaven and Juno's grace that bore , I ween , these Trojans to our shore . " By all means let them detain their illus ...
... Italy . So Carthage , and not the dowed queen . His visit - so Anna thinks -is nothing less than providential- " ' Twas Heaven and Juno's grace that bore , I ween , these Trojans to our shore . " By all means let them detain their illus ...
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... Italy . He promises himself that he will either find or make some opportunity of breaking the news of his departure to Dido . This is the turning - point of the poem ; and here it is that the interest to a modern reader , so far as the ...
... Italy . He promises himself that he will either find or make some opportunity of breaking the news of his departure to Dido . This is the turning - point of the poem ; and here it is that the interest to a modern reader , so far as the ...
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... Italian music - master , a step which Johnson never could forgive . The lively lady proceeded with her husband on a ... Italy , and Germany ; " in 1794 , " British Synonymy , or an Attempt at regulating the Choice of Words in familiar ...
... Italian music - master , a step which Johnson never could forgive . The lively lady proceeded with her husband on a ... Italy , and Germany ; " in 1794 , " British Synonymy , or an Attempt at regulating the Choice of Words in familiar ...
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Page 107 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 143 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 6 - As some lone miser, visiting his store, Bends at his treasure, counts, recounts it o'er; Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still...
Page 370 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Page 7 - Thus every good his native wilds impart Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And e'en those ills that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms...
Page 8 - That first excites desire, and then supplies. Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, \ Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame : Their level life is but a...
Page 6 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Page 370 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still?
Page 40 - Be still the unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal- a new birth...
Page 92 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...