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... deep and melancholy glen , That dungeon - fortress never to be named , Where , like a lion taken in the toils , Toussaint breathed out his brave and generous spirit . Ah , little did He think , who sent him there , That he himself ...
... deep and melancholy glen , That dungeon - fortress never to be named , Where , like a lion taken in the toils , Toussaint breathed out his brave and generous spirit . Ah , little did He think , who sent him there , That he himself ...
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... a fearful cleft Gliding from ledge to ledge , from deep to deeper , Went to the Under - world ! Long - while he lay Upon his rugged bed- then waked like one Wishing to sleep again and sleep for ever ! For JORASSE . 27.
... a fearful cleft Gliding from ledge to ledge , from deep to deeper , Went to the Under - world ! Long - while he lay Upon his rugged bed- then waked like one Wishing to sleep again and sleep for ever ! For JORASSE . 27.
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... deep , yet with a giant's strength Lashing him on . In a dead lake - At last the water slept at the third step he took Unfathomable and the roof , that long — Had threatened , suddenly descending , lay Flat on the surface . Statue ...
... deep , yet with a giant's strength Lashing him on . In a dead lake - At last the water slept at the third step he took Unfathomable and the roof , that long — Had threatened , suddenly descending , lay Flat on the surface . Statue ...
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... deep , A vast metropolis , with glittering spires , With theatres , basilicas adorned ; A scene of light and glory , a dominion , That has endured the longest among men . And whence the talisman , by which she rose , 66 VENICE .
... deep , A vast metropolis , with glittering spires , With theatres , basilicas adorned ; A scene of light and glory , a dominion , That has endured the longest among men . And whence the talisman , by which she rose , 66 VENICE .
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... , " I'm lost ! " " Was shewn , and with all courtesy , all honor , The great and noble captain , Carmagnola . - That deep descent thou canst not yet discern Aught as it is leads to the dripping vaults - 84 ST . MARK'S PLACE .
... , " I'm lost ! " " Was shewn , and with all courtesy , all honor , The great and noble captain , Carmagnola . - That deep descent thou canst not yet discern Aught as it is leads to the dripping vaults - 84 ST . MARK'S PLACE .
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adorned Alps ancient ARQUA Art thou awhile beauty beneath BERGAMO blood breathed Brenta Brides brow Chamber chapel clime clouds Cosmo cried darkness dead Descending Doge ducal dungeon entered ere-long eyes Ezzelino Father fear feet fell Ferrara fling Florence foot Foscari Francesco Garzia gates gaze Ginevra Gliding glittering gold gone grief Grindelwald hadst hand heard heart Heaven holy hour Hung instant Italy JORASSE lake laugh light line 11 line 13 line 9 lived look Mantua Martigny Mastino mingled MONT BLANC mule noble noon and night NOTE o'er once Padua Palace passage-boat Petrarch roof round sail sate seen shadow sigh Singing sleep slept smiling snow song soon soul splendour stood thee thought thro Titian turned Twas underneath Vasari Venice Verona wall wandered weeping wept wert whence wilt winds young
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Page 124 - Her vest of gold Broidered with flowers, and clasped from head to foot: An emerald stone in every golden clasp; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, — The...
Page 134 - Nor then forget that chamber of the dead, Where the gigantic shapes of Night and Day, Turned into stone, rest everlastingly ; Yet still are breathing, and shed round at noon A twofold influence, — only to be felt — • A light, a darkness, mingling each with each ; Both, and yet neither. There, from age to age, Two ghosts are sitting on their sepulchres. That is the Duke Lorenzo. Mark him welL He meditates, his head upon his hand. What from beneath his helm-like bonnet scowls ? Is it a face,...
Page 61 - Am I in Italy? Is this the Mincius? Are those the distant turrets of Verona ? And shall I sup where Juliet at the Masque Saw her loved Montague, and now sleeps by him ? Such questions hourly do I ask myself; And not a stone, in a cross-way, inscribed 'To Mantua'— 'To Ferrara'— but excites Surprise, and doubt, and self-congratulation.
Page 127 - Tis but to make a trial of our love !" And filled his glass to all ; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest the panic spread. 'Twas but that instant she had left Francesco, Laughing and looking back and flying still, Her ivory -tooth imprinted on his finger. But now, alas ! she was not to be found ; Nor from that hour could anything be...
Page 66 - A few in fear. Flying away from him whose boast it was, That the grass grew not where his horse had trod, Gave birth to VENICE.
Page 127 - Her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue. But now the day was come, the day, the hour ; Now, frowning, smiling, for the hundredth time, The nurse, that ancient lady, preached decorum ; And, in the lustre of her youth, she gave Her hand, with her heart in it, to Francesco. Great was the joy; but at the Bridal feast, When all sat down, the Bride was wanting there. Nor was she to be found ! Her Father cried "Tis but to make a trial of our love !' And filled his glass to all ; but his hand shook,...
Page 123 - Dwelt in of old by one of the Orsini. Its noble gardens, terrace above terrace, And rich in fountains, statues, cypresses, Will long detain...
Page 140 - Who little thought of what was yet to come, And lived but to be told — he bade Garzia Arise and follow him. Holding in one hand A winking...
Page 79 - Landing, have here performed their several parts, Then left the stage to others. Not a stone In the broad pavement, but to him who has An eye, an ear for the Inanimate World, Tells of Past Ages.
Page 15 - The French and Austrian banners met in conflict. On the same rock beside it stood the church, Reft of its cross, not of its sanctity ; The vesper-bell, for 'twas the vesper-hour, Duly proclaiming thro...