Gesammelte Werke, 11-12. ciltler

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Sayfa 199 - Simple, erect, severe, austere, sublime — Shrine of all saints and temple of all gods, From Jove to Jesus — spared and blest by time; Looking tranquillity, while falls or nods Arch, empire, each thing round thee, and man plods His way through thorns to ashes — glorious dome ! Shalt thou not last? Time's scythe and tyrants...
Sayfa 368 - Where the car climb'd the capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site: — Chaos of ruins! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say "here was, or is,
Sayfa 173 - Arches on arches ! as it were that Rome, Collecting the chief trophies of her line, Would build up all her triumphs in one dome, Her Coliseum stands ; the moonbeams shine As 'twere its natural torches, for divine Should be the light which streams here, to illume This long-explored but still exhaustless mine Of contemplation ; and the azure gloom Of an Italian night, where the deep skies assume...
Sayfa 353 - Ai naviganti, e intenerisce il core Lo di che han detto ai dolci amici addio; E che lo novo peregrin d'amore Punge, se ode squilla di lontano Che paia il giorno pianger che si more; Quand' io incominciai a render vano L' udire, ed a mirare una dell'alme Surta , che l'ascoltar chiedea con mano.
Sayfa 368 - Where the car climb'd the capitol ; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site : — Chaos of ruins ! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say,
Sayfa 352 - ITALIA, Italia, o tu cui feo la sorte Dono infelice di bellezza, ond' hai Funesta dote d' infiniti guai, Che in fronte scritti per gran doglia porte : • Deh fossi tu men bella, o almen più forte, Onde assai più ti paventasse, o assai T...
Sayfa 368 - The ocean hath his chart, the stars their map, And Knowledge spreads them on her ample lap: But Rome is as the desert, where we steer Stumbling o'er recollections: now we clap Our hands, and cry, " Eureka ! it is clear — " When but some false mirage of ruin rises near.
Sayfa 372 - Oh, God! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely or more powerful, and couldst claim Thy right, and awe the robbers back, who press To shed thy blood, and drink the tears of thy distress...
Sayfa 299 - Née partera solido demere de die Spernit; nunc viridi membra sub arbuto Stratus, nunc ad aquae lene cnput sacrae.
Sayfa 272 - navell'd in the woody hills So far, that the uprooting wind which tears The oak from his foundation, and which spills The ocean o'er its...

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