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... sort of savage , in tattered gar- ments , pale and emaciated by fever , guards these melancholy dwellings , like the spectres who defend the entrance of abandoned castles in our gothic legends ROME AND ITS ENVIRONS . 5.
... sort of savage , in tattered gar- ments , pale and emaciated by fever , guards these melancholy dwellings , like the spectres who defend the entrance of abandoned castles in our gothic legends ROME AND ITS ENVIRONS . 5.
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... sort of light in Claude Lorrain's landscapes . It appears ideal and still more beautiful than nature ; but it is the light of Rome . " I did not omit to see the Villa Borghese , and to admire the sun as he cast his setting beams upon ...
... sort of light in Claude Lorrain's landscapes . It appears ideal and still more beautiful than nature ; but it is the light of Rome . " I did not omit to see the Villa Borghese , and to admire the sun as he cast his setting beams upon ...
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... sort of rural appearance , and remind you that its first dictators guided the plough , that it owed the empire of the world to its labourers , and that the greatest of its poets did not disdain to instruct the children of Romulus in the ...
... sort of rural appearance , and remind you that its first dictators guided the plough , that it owed the empire of the world to its labourers , and that the greatest of its poets did not disdain to instruct the children of Romulus in the ...
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... sort of lyre , from which the winds ex- tracted strains conveying ineffable delight . At the present day I perceive that I am less sensible to these charms of nature , and I doubt whether the cataract of Niagara would cause the same ...
... sort of lyre , from which the winds ex- tracted strains conveying ineffable delight . At the present day I perceive that I am less sensible to these charms of nature , and I doubt whether the cataract of Niagara would cause the same ...
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... sort of solace to the troubles of the heart , and an indescribable dis- gust as to every thing earthly . I sunk upon my knees at some distance from the man , and , in- spired by the place , could not refrain from utter- ing this prayer ...
... sort of solace to the troubles of the heart , and an indescribable dis- gust as to every thing earthly . I sunk upon my knees at some distance from the man , and , in- spired by the place , could not refrain from utter- ing this prayer ...
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Page 161 - Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war ! Checked by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown ! ii.
Page 139 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Page 110 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Page 107 - Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes : Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear. From short (as usual) and disturb'd repose, I wake : how happy they, who wake no more ! Yet that were vain, if dreams infest the grave. I wake, emerging from a sea of dreams Tumultuous ; where my wreck'd desponding thought, From wave to wave of fancied misery, At random drove, her helm...
Page 145 - MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower ; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Page 139 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn; No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 131 - ... an usurper and a murderer not only odious but despicable, he therefore added drunkenness to his other qualities, knowing that kings love wine like other men, and that wine exerts its natural power upon kings. These are the petty cavils of petty minds; a poet overlooks the casual distinction of country and condition, as a painter, satisfied with the figure, neglects the drapery.
Page 119 - Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young ! And gay as soft ! and innocent as gay ! And happy (if aught happy here) as good ! For Fortune fond, had built her nest on high.
Page 162 - Good counteracting ill, and gladness woe. With gold and gems if Chilian mountains glow ; If bleak and barren Scotia's hills arise ; There plague and poison, lust and rapine grow ; Here peaceful are the vales, and pure the skies, And freedom fires the soul, and sparkles in the eyes* VII. Then grieve not, thou, to whom th...
Page 116 - Ah, happy hills, ah, pleasing shade, Ah, fields beloved in vain, Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ? I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.