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... Italy , the commander of the army which lay before the town , ordered Carew , an Irish officer in the service of Naples , to advance with a detachment to a particular post . Having given his orders , he whispered to Carew , Sir , I know ...
... Italy , the commander of the army which lay before the town , ordered Carew , an Irish officer in the service of Naples , to advance with a detachment to a particular post . Having given his orders , he whispered to Carew , Sir , I know ...
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... Italian ; as for dancing I could never find leisure enough to learn it , as imploying my mind always in acquiring of some art or science more useful ; howbeit I shall wish these three exer- cises learned in this order . That dancing may ...
... Italian ; as for dancing I could never find leisure enough to learn it , as imploying my mind always in acquiring of some art or science more useful ; howbeit I shall wish these three exer- cises learned in this order . That dancing may ...
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... ITALY . " Italia ! oh Italia ! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty " - THE name of Italy is connected with many associations that are dear to the soul . Not with more enthusiasm did the Crusaders visit the Holy Land , than does the ...
... ITALY . " Italia ! oh Italia ! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty " - THE name of Italy is connected with many associations that are dear to the soul . Not with more enthusiasm did the Crusaders visit the Holy Land , than does the ...
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... Italy . The poet there takes his full draught of inspira- tion ; and when contemplating the ruins of all that was once great and glorious in the earth , pausing as it were over the wrecks of time , and pondering on the vanity of all ...
... Italy . The poet there takes his full draught of inspira- tion ; and when contemplating the ruins of all that was once great and glorious in the earth , pausing as it were over the wrecks of time , and pondering on the vanity of all ...
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... Italy , and op- posed the landing of Eneas , who having escaped from the dangers of the Trojan war , and the perils of the deep , by command of Venus here rested from his toils and founded a city . Here Pythagoras , after having ...
... Italy , and op- posed the landing of Eneas , who having escaped from the dangers of the Trojan war , and the perils of the deep , by command of Venus here rested from his toils and founded a city . Here Pythagoras , after having ...
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163 ÆäÀÌÁö - Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of; and, my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er.
163 ÆäÀÌÁö - O Proserpina ! For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
306 ÆäÀÌÁö - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
240 ÆäÀÌÁö - Get up, get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree.
241 ÆäÀÌÁö - There on beds of violets blue, And fresh-blown roses wash'd in dew, Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair.
375 ÆäÀÌÁö - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
170 ÆäÀÌÁö - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And -we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
160 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold...
171 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
238 ÆäÀÌÁö - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.