Art and Nature Under an Italian Sky

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27 ÆäÀÌÁö - Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
136 ÆäÀÌÁö - As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth : For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone ; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
176 ÆäÀÌÁö - And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand ; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble ; and beneath A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death, Welcoming him we lose with scarce extinguished breath.
34 ÆäÀÌÁö - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
176 ÆäÀÌÁö - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness, Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access, Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
248 ÆäÀÌÁö - The voice of the Lord is upon the waters: the God of glory thundereth: the Lord is upon many waters.
291 ÆäÀÌÁö - There did he stand, erect, invincible, Though wan his cheeks, and wet with many tears, For in his prayers he had been weeping much; And now the pilgrims and the people wept With admiration, saying in their hearts, " Surely those aged limbs have need of rest!
174 ÆäÀÌÁö - God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise, and the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty...
218 ÆäÀÌÁö - And when all beheld Him, where he lay, how changed from yesterday, Him in that hour cut off, and at his head His last great work ;

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