Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntJ. Murray, 1841 - 320 oldal |
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159. oldal
... Rome ! And even since , and now , fair Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world , the home Of all Art yields , and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert , what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful , thy waste More rich than ...
... Rome ! And even since , and now , fair Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world , the home Of all Art yields , and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert , what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful , thy waste More rich than ...
167. oldal
... Rome's least - mortal mind , The friend of Tully as my bark did skim The bright blue waters with a fanning wind , Came Megara before me , and behind . Ægina lay , Piræus on the right , And Corinth on the left ; I lay reclined Along the ...
... Rome's least - mortal mind , The friend of Tully as my bark did skim The bright blue waters with a fanning wind , Came Megara before me , and behind . Ægina lay , Piræus on the right , And Corinth on the left ; I lay reclined Along the ...
168. oldal
... Rome Rome imperial , bows her to the storm , In the same dust and blackness , and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form , Wrecks of another world , whose ashes still are warm . JRAylmer EFinder XLVII . Yet , Italy ! through every ...
... Rome Rome imperial , bows her to the storm , In the same dust and blackness , and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form , Wrecks of another world , whose ashes still are warm . JRAylmer EFinder XLVII . Yet , Italy ! through every ...
174. oldal
... Rome's best son remind her more : Happier Ravenna ! on thy hoary shore , Fortress of falling empire ! honour'd sleeps The immortal exile ; -Arqua , too , her store Of tuneful relics proudly claims and keeps , While Florence vainly begs ...
... Rome's best son remind her more : Happier Ravenna ! on thy hoary shore , Fortress of falling empire ! honour'd sleeps The immortal exile ; -Arqua , too , her store Of tuneful relics proudly claims and keeps , While Florence vainly begs ...
182. oldal
... Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee , Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery . What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress , hear ...
... Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee , Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery . What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress , hear ...
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