Casa Guidi Windows: A Poem

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Chapman & Hall, 1851 - 140 Seiten
 

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Seite 8 - The Inferno. A Literal Prose Translation, with the Text of the Original printed on the same page. By John A. Carlyle, MD 5*. — The Purgatorlo. A Literal Prose Translation, with the Text printed on the same page.
Seite 135 - With just alighted feet between the snow And snowdrops, where a little lamb may graze, Thou hast no fear, my lamb, about the road, Albeit in our vain-glory we assume That, less than we have, thou hast learnt of God. Stand out, my blue-eyed prophet ! — thou, to whom The earliest world-day light that ever flowed, Through Casa Guidi windows, chanced to come...
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Seite 15 - Stories from the Italian Poets : Being a Summary in Prose of the Poems of Dante, Pulci, Boiardo, Ariosto, and Tasso ; with Comments throughout, occasional passages Versified, and Critical Notices of the Lives and Genius of the Authors. By LEIGH HUNT.
Seite 111 - Rather the raking of the guns across The world, and shrieks against Heaven's architrave; Rather the struggle in the slippery fosse Of dying men and horses, and the wave Blood-bubbling.
Seite 112 - Tis treason, stiff with doom, — • 'Tis gagged despair, and inarticulate wrong, Annihilated Poland, stifled Rome, Dazed Naples, Hungary fainting 'neath the thong, And Austria wearing a smooth olive-leaf On her brute forehead, while her hoofs outpress The life from these Italian souls, in brief. O Lord of Peace, who art Lord of Righteousness, Constrain the anguished worlds from sin and grief, Pierce them with conscience, purge them with redress, And give us peace which is no counterfeit ! XVI.
Seite 128 - And gentle ladies bleached among the snows ? No mercy for the slave, America ? " No hope for Rome, free France, chivalric France ? Alas, great nations have great shames, I say. No pity, O world, no tender utterance Of benediction, and prayers stretched this way For poor Italia, baffled by mischance ? O gracious nations, give some ear to me ! You all go to your Fair, and I am one.
Seite 1 - Neath Casa Guidi windows, by the church, 0 bella liberta, O Mia ! stringing The same words still on notes he went in search So high for, you concluded the upspringing Of such a nimble bird to sky from perch Must leave the whole bush in a tremble green, And that the heart of Italy must beat, While such a voice had leave to rise serene Twixt church and palace of a Florence street...
Seite 127 - O Magi of the east and of the west, Your incense, gold, and myrrh are excellent ! — What gifts for Christ, then, bring ye with the rest ? Your hands have worked well : is your courage spent In handwork only ? Have you nothing best, Which generous souls may perfect and present, And He shall thank the givers for ? no light Of teaching, liberal nations, for the poor...

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