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... spirit of a commonwealth may be traced in the grateful allowance of one hundred florins , or pounds , to the heirs of every soldier who lost his life in the service of his country . For the maintenance of the public defence , for the ...
... spirit of a commonwealth may be traced in the grateful allowance of one hundred florins , or pounds , to the heirs of every soldier who lost his life in the service of his country . For the maintenance of the public defence , for the ...
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... spirit of patriotism and joy ; and all respect for the pope , all gratitude for the Colonna , was lost in the superior duties of a Roman citizen . The poet laureat of the Capitol maintains the act , applauds the hero , and mingles with ...
... spirit of patriotism and joy ; and all respect for the pope , all gratitude for the Colonna , was lost in the superior duties of a Roman citizen . The poet laureat of the Capitol maintains the act , applauds the hero , and mingles with ...
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... spirit to whom Petrarch ascribed the restoration of Italy , was preceded or accompanied in death by his son John , a gallant youth , by his brother Peter , who might regret the ease and honours of the church , by a nephew of legitimate ...
... spirit to whom Petrarch ascribed the restoration of Italy , was preceded or accompanied in death by his son John , a gallant youth , by his brother Peter , who might regret the ease and honours of the church , by a nephew of legitimate ...
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... spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me , though unfelt , a kiss ; Perhaps a tear , if souls can weep in bliss- Ah , that maternal smile ! -it answers - Yes . I heard the ...
... spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me , though unfelt , a kiss ; Perhaps a tear , if souls can weep in bliss- Ah , that maternal smile ! -it answers - Yes . I heard the ...
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... spirit into bonds again . Thou , as a gallant bark from Albion's coast ( The storms all weather'd , and the ocean cross'd ) Shoots into port at some well - haven'd isle , Where spices breathe , and brighter seasons smile , There sits ...
... spirit into bonds again . Thou , as a gallant bark from Albion's coast ( The storms all weather'd , and the ocean cross'd ) Shoots into port at some well - haven'd isle , Where spices breathe , and brighter seasons smile , There sits ...
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Page 116 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Page 128 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 32 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
Page 31 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 57 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Page 57 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky.
Page 59 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 156 - Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Page 56 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
Page 56 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.