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الصفحة 312 - To the broad column which rolls on, and shows More like the fountain of an infant sea Torn from the womb of mountains by the throes Of a new world, than only thus to be Parent of rivers, which flow gushingly, With many windings, through the vale! — Look back! Lo ! where it comes like an eternity, As if to sweep down all things in its track, Charming the eye with dread, — a matchless cataract, LXXII.
الصفحة 136 - Non era ancor di là Nesso arrivato, Quando noi ci mettemmo per un bosco. Che da nessun sentiero era segnato. Non frondi verdi, ma di color fosco, Non rami schietti, ma nodosi e involti, Non pomi v
الصفحة 430 - Larisae percussit campus opimae quam domus Albuneae resonantis et praeceps Anio ac Tiburni lucus et uda mobilibus pomaria rivis.
الصفحة 46 - Un' aura dolce, senza mutamento Avere in sé, mi feria per la fronte Non di più colpo che soave vento; Per cui le fronde, tremolando pronte, Tutte quante piegavano alla parte U
الصفحة 46 - Lasciasser d' operare ogni lor arte ; Ma con piena letizia, l' ore prime Cantando, riceveano intra le foglie, Che tenevan bordone alle sue rime Tal, qual di ramo in ramo si raccoglie Per la pineta, in sul lito di Chiassi, Quand' Eolo scirocco fuor discioglie.
الصفحة 47 - Sweet hour of twilight! — in the solitude Of the pine forest, and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood, Rooted where once the Adrian wave flow'd o'er, To where the last Caesarean fortress stood, Evergreen forest! which Boccaccio's lore And Dryden's lay made haunted ground...
الصفحة 29 - Ungrateful Florence ! Dante sleeps afar, Like Scipio, buried by the upbraiding shore ; Thy factions, in their worse than civil war, Proscribed the bard whose name for evermore Their children's children would in vain adore 510 With the remorse of ages...
الصفحة 52 - I look for streams immortalized in song, That lost in silence and oblivion lie (Dumb are their fountains and their channels dry), Yet run for ever by the Muse's skill, And in the smooth description murmur still.
الصفحة 71 - Do you think that, without a mystery, the first present that God Almighty made to man was of you, O ye fishes ? Do you think that without a mystery, among all creatures and animals which were appointed for sacrifices, you only were excepted, O ye fishes ? Do you think there was nothing meant by our Saviour Christ, that next to the paschal Jamb he took so much...