Licida, di Giovanni Milton: Mondodia per la morte del naufragato Eduardo KingPresso T. Becket e G. Porter, 1812 - 55 من الصفحات |
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... Cantor , che in bella foggia e nuova Vestisti il Coмo di Toscano alloro , Chiaro mostrando nel sottil lavoro E d'ingegno e d'affetto altera pruova , T'ascolto : ah , l'Eco * ancor si desti , e muova Pel notturno bujor l ' inno canoro ...
... Cantor , che in bella foggia e nuova Vestisti il Coмo di Toscano alloro , Chiaro mostrando nel sottil lavoro E d'ingegno e d'affetto altera pruova , T'ascolto : ah , l'Eco * ancor si desti , e muova Pel notturno bujor l ' inno canoro ...
الصفحة 13
... e ornato stile , Qualche cantor gentile In un pietoso oimè prorompa ; e dica , Mentre passando ei guata , Pace a te prego , e all ' urna destinata ! Nudriti insieme su l'istesso colle , Pascemmo insieme la medesma MONODIA DI MILTON 13.
... e ornato stile , Qualche cantor gentile In un pietoso oimè prorompa ; e dica , Mentre passando ei guata , Pace a te prego , e all ' urna destinata ! Nudriti insieme su l'istesso colle , Pascemmo insieme la medesma MONODIA DI MILTON 13.
الصفحة 20
... reverito , Lento sì , ma gradito , Di canne musicali inghirlandato , Intesi il santo grido ! Un celeste cantor venne a far dono Di maggior carme e suono . Ma la silvestre Musa Sua fistola riprende , Desiderosa d'ascoltar 20 LICIDA.
... reverito , Lento sì , ma gradito , Di canne musicali inghirlandato , Intesi il santo grido ! Un celeste cantor venne a far dono Di maggior carme e suono . Ma la silvestre Musa Sua fistola riprende , Desiderosa d'ascoltar 20 LICIDA.
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 52 - Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
الصفحة 53 - Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled ; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
الصفحة 55 - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now Lycidas the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood. Thus sang the uncouth swain to th...
الصفحة 49 - O fountain Arethuse, and thou honoured flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood. But now my oat proceeds, And listens to the herald of the sea, That came in Neptune's plea.
الصفحة 43 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
الصفحة 50 - Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?" Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
الصفحة 54 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
الصفحة 52 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
الصفحة 45 - But, O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return ! Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods and desert caves, With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, 40 And all their echoes mourn.
الصفحة 50 - Enow of such as for their bellies' sake, Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold? Of other care they little reckoning make, Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!