The Italian Sketch Book

Key & Biddle, 1835 - 216 páginas

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Página 38 - There is a stern round tower of other days, Firm as a fortress, with its fence of stone, Such as an army's baffled strength delays, Standing with half its battlements alone, And with two thousand years of ivy grown, The garland of eternity, where wave The green leaves over all by time o'erthrown ; — What was this tower of strength ? within its cave What treasure lay so lock'd, so hid ? — A woman's grave.
Página 13 - The Niobe of nations, — there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipios...
Página 107 - I loved her from my boyhood — she to me Was as a fairy city of the heart, Rising like water.columns from the sea, Of joy the sojourn, and of wealth the mart ; And Otway, Radcliffe, Schiller, Shakspeare's art, Had stamp'd her image in me...
Página iii - Italia! oh Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower of present woes and past, On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame, And annals graved in characters of flame. Oh, God! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely or more powerful, and couldst claim Thy right, and awe the robbers back, who press To shed thy blood, and drink the tears of thy distress...
Página 171 - And solemn smokes, like altars of the world. Thrice beautiful! — to that delightful spot Carry our married hearts, and be all pain forgot. There Art, too, shows, when Nature's beauty palls, Her sculptured marbles, and her pictured walls ; And there are forms in which they both conspire To whisper themes that know not how to tire ; The speaking ruins in that gentle clime Have but been hallow'd by the hand of Time, And each can mutely prompt some thought of flame: The meanest stone is not without...
Página 155 - PLEASURE, that comes unlooked-for, is thrice welcome; And, if it stir the heart, if aught be there, That may hereafter in a thoughtful hour Wake but a sigh, 'tis treasured up among The things most precious ! and the day it came Is noted as a white day in our lives.

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