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... Petrarch , and . scarce less than they , The Bard of Prose , creative spirit ! he Of the Hundred Tales of love where ... Petrarch's laureate brow supremely wore , Upon a far and foreign soil had grown , His life , his fame , his grave ...
... Petrarch , and . scarce less than they , The Bard of Prose , creative spirit ! he Of the Hundred Tales of love where ... Petrarch's laureate brow supremely wore , Upon a far and foreign soil had grown , His life , his fame , his grave ...
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... Petrarch - hope of Italy- Rienzi ! last of Romans ! While the tree ( 55 ) Of Freedom's withered trunk puts forth a leaf , Even for thy tomb a garland let it be- ; The forum's champion , and the people's chief- Her new - born Numa thou ...
... Petrarch - hope of Italy- Rienzi ! last of Romans ! While the tree ( 55 ) Of Freedom's withered trunk puts forth a leaf , Even for thy tomb a garland let it be- ; The forum's champion , and the people's chief- Her new - born Numa thou ...
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... Petrarch , now in the Am- brosian library . If these proofs were both incontestable , the poetry was written , the medal composed , cast , and de- posited within the space of twelve hours ; and these delibe- rate duties were performed ...
... Petrarch , now in the Am- brosian library . If these proofs were both incontestable , the poetry was written , the medal composed , cast , and de- posited within the space of twelve hours ; and these delibe- rate duties were performed ...
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... Petrarch was not platonic . The hap- piness which he prayed to possess but once and for a mo- ment was surely not of the mind , and something so very real as a marriage project , with one who has been idly called a shadowy nymph , may ...
... Petrarch was not platonic . The hap- piness which he prayed to possess but once and for a mo- ment was surely not of the mind , and something so very real as a marriage project , with one who has been idly called a shadowy nymph , may ...
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... Petrarch.t ( 16. ) They keep his dust in Arquà , where he died . Stanza xxxi . line 9 . Petrarch retired to Arquà immediately on his return from the unsuccessful attempt to visit Urban V. at Rome , in the year 1370 , and , with the ...
... Petrarch.t ( 16. ) They keep his dust in Arquà , where he died . Stanza xxxi . line 9 . Petrarch retired to Arquà immediately on his return from the unsuccessful attempt to visit Urban V. at Rome , in the year 1370 , and , with the ...
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Page 72 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 71 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street : On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined ; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet...
Page 146 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 77 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow ; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Page 136 - And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
Page 120 - 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 the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Page 72 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Page 147 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 146 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Page 147 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed— in breeze, or gale, or storm — Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible...