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Sida 114 - the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin; from afar The watchdog bayed beyond the Tiber; and More near from out the Caesars' palace came The owl's long cry, and, interruptedly, Of distant sentinels the fitful song Begun and died upon the gentle wind. Some cypresses beyond the
Sida 116 - roots with the imperial hearths, Ivy usurps the laurel's place of growth; — But the gladiators' bloody Circus stands, A noble wreck in ruinous perfection! While Caesar's chambers, and the Augustan halls, Grovel on earth in indistinct decay. — And thou didst shine, them rolling moon, upon All this, and cast a wide and tender light, Which
Sida 10 - their father died, For the God their foes denied; Three were in a dungeon cast, Of whom this wreck is left the last, II. There are seven pillars of gothic mold, In Chillon's dungeons deep and old, There are seven columns, massy and grey, Dim with a dull imprisoned ray,
Sida 65 - flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
Sida 108 - Twas not well to spurn it so. Though the world for this commend thee Though it smile upon the blow, Even its praises must offend thee, Founded on another's woe — Though my many faults defaced me; Could no other arm be found Than the one which once embraced mo,
Sida 28 - thou never couldst shake, — Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me, Though parted, it was not to fly, Though watchful, 'twas not to defame me, Nor, mute, that the world might belie. V. Yet I blame not the world, nor despise it, Nor the war of the many with one — And
Sida 20 - like me to want a mate, But was not half so desolate, And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think. I know not if it late were free, Or broke its cage to perch on mine, 280
Sida 14 - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high iao And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath rock'd, And I have felt it shake, unshock'd, Because I could have smiled lo see The death that would have
Sida 43 - came o'er the spirit of my dream. — The Wanderer was return'd. — I saw him stand Before an Altar — with a gentle bride; Her face was fair, but was not that which made The Starlight of his Boyhood; — as he stood Even at the altar, o'er his brow there came The selfsame aspect, and the quivering shock