Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, 第 14 卷John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1848 |
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... Italy ; and in by the very constitution of the society in their works we see much of the majesty of which men lived . Where encroachment classic art - not copied , but still remaining was not dreaded , mutual respect and kindly in ...
... Italy ; and in by the very constitution of the society in their works we see much of the majesty of which men lived . Where encroachment classic art - not copied , but still remaining was not dreaded , mutual respect and kindly in ...
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... Italy at the close of the Mid- nothing of the accomplished miss or of the dle Ages , the same relation which the poetry fine lady about Charlotte . She is a woman of Goethe does to the poetry of Shakspeare . simply , and the charm which ...
... Italy at the close of the Mid- nothing of the accomplished miss or of the dle Ages , the same relation which the poetry fine lady about Charlotte . She is a woman of Goethe does to the poetry of Shakspeare . simply , and the charm which ...
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... , so to speak , in the physi- ognomy of mind . From the Italian olives to the Norwegian pines , all had the same rude and terrific forms of superstition , throned in the 32 [ May , NATIONAL PECULIARITIES OF INTELLECT AND TASTE .
... , so to speak , in the physi- ognomy of mind . From the Italian olives to the Norwegian pines , all had the same rude and terrific forms of superstition , throned in the 32 [ May , NATIONAL PECULIARITIES OF INTELLECT AND TASTE .
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... Italy lies a land of ruins , where art still Like the music of the land , which , in reigns , in right of the inspiration that de- her memory , has outlasted or occupied the scended upon her in the night of the middle room of sundry ...
... Italy lies a land of ruins , where art still Like the music of the land , which , in reigns , in right of the inspiration that de- her memory , has outlasted or occupied the scended upon her in the night of the middle room of sundry ...
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... Italy , whose brightest memories dern observation and discovery they pre- hang round the Luciad of Camoens , the Cid sent nothing beyond the ancient and un- of Birae , and woe for chivalry , the gallant changing genius of Asia . knight ...
... Italy , whose brightest memories dern observation and discovery they pre- hang round the Luciad of Camoens , the Cid sent nothing beyond the ancient and un- of Birae , and woe for chivalry , the gallant changing genius of Asia . knight ...
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第 413 頁 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair ! Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu...
第 412 頁 - Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away ; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day ; Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
第 520 頁 - My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy ? art cold ? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee.
第 413 頁 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
第 412 頁 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
第 396 頁 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
第 412 頁 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
第 409 頁 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
第 521 頁 - Lear. Be your tears wet ? yes, faith. I pray, weep not : If you have poison for me I will drink it. I know you do not love me ; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong : You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
第 105 頁 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.