Rome, Ancient and Modern: And Its Environs, Volumen2

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Página 404 - Or view the Lord of the unerring bow, The God of Life, and Poesy, and Light — The Sun in human limbs arrayed, and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight ; The shaft hath just been shot— the arrow bright With an Immortal's vengeance— in his eye And nostril beautiful Disdain, and Might And Majesty, flash their full lightnings by, Developing in that one glance the Deity.
Página 459 - And when all beheld Him, where he lay, how changed from yesterday, Him in that hour cut off, and at his head His last great work ;
Página 402 - We fled amazed : their destined way they take, And to Laocoon and his children make ; And first around the tender boys they wind, Then with their sharpened fangs their limbs and bodies grind.
Página 404 - Or view the Lord of the unerring bow, The God of life, and poesy, and light — The Sun in human limbs array'd, and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight, The shaft hath just been shot — the arrow bright With an immortal's vengeance ; in his eye And nostril beautiful disdain, and might And majesty, flash their full lightnings by, Developing in that one glance the Deity.
Página 401 - Two serpents, rank'd abreast, the seas divide, And smoothly sweep along the swelling tide. Their flaming crests above the waves they show ; Their bellies seem to burn the seas below; Their speckled tails advance to steer their course, And on the sounding shore the flying billows force. And now...
Página 402 - And tow'ring o'er his head in triumph ride. With both his hands he labours at the knots ; His holy fillets the blue venom blots : His roaring fills the flitting air around. Thus, when an ox receives a glancing wound, He breaks his bands, the fatal altar flies, And with loud bellowings breaks the yielding skies.
Página 506 - Not now in snow, which asks the lyric Roman's aid For our remembrance, and from out the plain Heaves like a long-swept wave about to break, aa And on the curl hangs pausing...
Página 270 - Behold me, behold me, unto a nation that was not called Judgment by my name. I have spread out my hands all the day unto a rebellious people, which walketh in a way that is not good, after their own thoughts...
Página 337 - Yet however unequal I feel myself to that attempt, were I now to begin the world again, I would tread in the steps of that great master: to kiss the hem of his garment, to catch the slightest of his perfections, would be glory and .distinction enough. for an ambitious man, I feel a self-congratulation in knowing myself capable of such sensations as he intended to excite.
Página 405 - The mind with in its most unearthly mood, When each conception was a heavenly guest — A ray of immortality — and stood, Starlike, around, until they gather'd to a god...

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