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... others , When the church fell and crushed him to a mummy ; The rest escaped unhurt . Cristofano Was stabbed in error by a jealous man , Whilst she he loved was sleeping with his rival ; All in the self - same hour of the same THE CENCI .
... others , When the church fell and crushed him to a mummy ; The rest escaped unhurt . Cristofano Was stabbed in error by a jealous man , Whilst she he loved was sleeping with his rival ; All in the self - same hour of the same THE CENCI .
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... fell into a trance ; And when it past I sat all weak and wild ; Whilst you alone stood up , and with strong words Check'd his unnatural pride ; and I could see The devil was rebuked that lives in him . Until this hour thus you have ever ...
... fell into a trance ; And when it past I sat all weak and wild ; Whilst you alone stood up , and with strong words Check'd his unnatural pride ; and I could see The devil was rebuked that lives in him . Until this hour thus you have ever ...
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... Fell from my lips , and who with tottering steps Fled from your presence , as you now from mine . Stay , I command you ; from this day and hour Never again , I think , with fearless eye , And brow superior , and unaltered cheek , And ...
... Fell from my lips , and who with tottering steps Fled from your presence , as you now from mine . Stay , I command you ; from this day and hour Never again , I think , with fearless eye , And brow superior , and unaltered cheek , And ...
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... fell into the pit ; even I , Since Beatrice unveiled me to myself , And made me shrink from what I cannot shun , Shew a poor figure to my own esteem , To which I grow half reconciled . I'll do As little mischief as I can : that thought ...
... fell into the pit ; even I , Since Beatrice unveiled me to myself , And made me shrink from what I cannot shun , Shew a poor figure to my own esteem , To which I grow half reconciled . I'll do As little mischief as I can : that thought ...
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... fell , as thou dost know , into a trance ; And in that trance she heard a voice which said , " Cenci must die ! Let him confess himself ! Even now the accusing angel waits to hear If God , to punish his enormous crimes , Harden his ...
... fell , as thou dost know , into a trance ; And in that trance she heard a voice which said , " Cenci must die ! Let him confess himself ! Even now the accusing angel waits to hear If God , to punish his enormous crimes , Harden his ...
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Side 346 - Oh, weep for Adonais!— The quick Dreams, The passion-winged ministers of thought, Who were his flocks, whom near the living streams Of his young spirit he fed, and whom he taught The love which was its music, wander not,— Wander no more, from kindling brain to brain, But droop there, whence they sprung; and mourn their lot Round the cold heart, where, after their sweet pain, They ne'er will gather strength, or find a home again.
Side 345 - Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone where all things wise and fair Descend. Oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Side 346 - In which suns perished ; others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or God, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime ; And some yet live, treading the thorny road, Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode.
Side 356 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Side 429 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Side 426 - The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
Side 74 - How beautiful this night ! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love had spread To curtain her sleeping world.
Side 426 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move...
Side 346 - The shadow of white Death, and at the door Invisible Corruption waits to trace His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place ; The eternal Hunger sits, but pity and awe Soothe her pale rage, nor dares she to deface So fair a prey, till darkness and the law Of change shall o'er his sleep the mortal curtain draw.
Side 464 - Or the star-beams dart through them. Winds contend Silently there, and heap the snow, with breath Rapid and strong, but silently. Its home The voiceless lightning in these solitudes Keeps innocently, and like vapour broods Over the snow. The secret Strength of Things, Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome Of heaven is as a law, inhabits thee.