A Day at Tivoli: With Other Verses, Edição 46Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1849 - 248 páginas |
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A Day at Tivoli: and Other Verses John Kenyon (of St. Peter's College, Cambridge.) Visualização integral - 1849 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
amid ANACREON ancient ancient Rome Anio Ausonian awhile beams beauty behold beneath beside bien bliss bower breeze bright Brindisi brow church circling sea clime dare DAY AT TIVOLI dear Dieu dost doth dream E'en earth erewhile Exodites fancy fane feel fond GIPSY CAROL glorious grace grave green hast hath heart hill HORAT hour Is'nt Janan land less Line Line 14 LYCIDAS Lyre maize mingling mortal muse ne'er neath never o'er once palace Palms of Bordighiera pause pensive perchance Provençal Rome round ruins Saint SANGUINETTO sarcophagus scarce SECOND GIPSY seemed sense silent SIR CHARLES FELLOWS smile song soon sooth soul STANZA stood strange stream sweet swift tale tambourine tell thee thine thou art thought thro tomb truth Twas UPPER AUSTRIA VERSES vision wave ween wind youth
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Página 11 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble minds) To scorn delights and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. 'But not the praise...
Página 127 - ... Frauholz. Their names are the rich possession of the confederacy, and, with those of their companions who perished in the prison massacre of September, are inscribed by their country underneath the monument which stands beneath the shade of the forest trees, below the heights of Wesemlin. " When maddened France shook her king's palace floor, Nobly, heroic Swiss, ye met your doom ! Unflinching martyr to the oath he swore, Each steadfast soldier faced a certain tomb. Not for your own, but others...
Página 115 - WE win where least we care to strive, And where the most we strive we miss. Old Hannibal, if now alive, Might sadly testify to this. . He lost the Rome for which he came; And — what he never had i» petto — Won for this little brook a name, — Its mournful name of Sanguinetto.
Página 234 - Ask where's the North? at York, 'tis on the Tweed; In Scotland, at the Orcades; and there, At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where.
Página 128 - ... path of fealty called to tread, Threatened or soothed, ye never turned aside, But held right on, where fatal duty led ! Reverent we stand beside the sculptured rock, Your cenotaph, — Helvetia's grateful stone; And mark in wonderment the breathing block, Thorwaldsen's glorious trophy — in your own. Yon dying lion is your monument! Type of majestic suffering, the brave brute, Human almost, in mighty languishment Lies wounded, not subdued ; and, proudly mute, Seems as for some great cause resigned...
Página 2 - Nor haply wilt thou deem it wrong, When not in mood too gravely wise, At idle length to lie along, And quaff a bliss from bluest skies. " Or pleased more pensive joy to woo, - At falling eve, by ruin grey, Move o'er the generations who Have passed, as we must pass, away.
Página 247 - ... begins to estimate rightly the increasing depths of current, that must roll on in its deep channel to the sea. Carried out of the Balize, and sailing with a good breeze for hours, he sees nothing on any side, but the white and turbid waters of the Mississippi, long after he is out of sight of land.
Página 246 - Chanticleer, Ordaining silence with his sovereign crow. Then from one chord of his amazing shell Would he fetch out the voice of quires, and weight Of the built organ ; or some twofold strain Moving before him in sweet-going yoke, Ride like an Eastern conqueror, round whose state Some light Morisco leaps with his guitar ; And ever and anon o'er these he'd throw Jets of small notes like pearl, or like the pelt Of lovers...
Página 177 - Inveni portum : Spes et Fortuna, valete. Sat me lusistis; ludite nunc alios.
Página 68 - ... them an angel." They spoke of him as if they had never lost their first impression of his celestial nature. Carlyle had met Mr. Webster, and expressed a humorous surprise that a man from over the sea should talk English, and be as familiar as the natives with the English constitution and laws, " With all that priest or jurist saith, Of modes of law, or modes of faith.