Poems of Places: ItalyHenry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 |
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
ancient arches beauty behold beneath blood breath bright brow Cæsar Charlemagne Christopher Pearse Cranch clouds crown dark dead death deep dome doth dream dust earth Eridan eyes fall fame fanes Felicia Hemans flame flood flowers gaze glorious glory gods gold grace gray green hand hath haunt heart heaven hour John Dyer Joseph Addison kings Lars Porsena light living look Lord Byron marble mighty mouldering mountain mournful murmuring Nicholas Rowe night o'er Olger Pachynus Padua palace Percy Bysshe Shelley Perugia Pisa Pompeii purple Ravenna rise Riviera rocks rolled Roman Rome Rome's rose round ruin sacred shade shadow shore shrine silent smile song soul spirit stand stone stood stream streets strife sweet sword Tarpeian rock temples thee thine thou art thought Tiber tomb tower tread unto vision voice walls wave wild wind wonder
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 132 - Tiber! father Tiber! To whom the Romans pray, A Roman's life, a Roman's arms, Take thou in charge this day ! ' So he spake, and speaking sheathed The good sword by his side, And with his harness on his back Plunged headlong in the tide.
الصفحة 131 - But with a crash like thunder Fell every loosened beam, And, like a dam, the mighty wreck Lay right athwart the stream: And a long shout of triumph Rose from the walls of Rome, As to the highest turret-tops Was splashed the yellow foam.
الصفحة 133 - And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
الصفحة 33 - The lightest wind was in its nest, The tempest in its home. The whispering waves were half asleep, The clouds were gone to play, And on the bosom of the deep, The smile of Heaven lay ; It...
الصفحة 134 - Curse on him!" quoth false Sextus: "Will not the villain drown? But for this stay, ere close of day We should have sacked the town!" "Heaven help him!" quoth Lars Porsena, "And bring him safe to shore; For such a gallant feat of arms Was never seen before.
الصفحة 152 - Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument, And shadows forth its glory. There is given Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.
الصفحة 26 - For the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers...
الصفحة 93 - The imperial palace, compass huge and high The structure, skill of noblest architects, With gilded battlements, conspicuous far, Turrets, and terraces, and glittering spires.
الصفحة 101 - Alas, the lofty city! and alas, The trebly hundred triumphs! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away! Alas for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page! But these shall be Her resurrection; all beside — decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free!
الصفحة 225 - Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.