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Términos y frases comunes
ANTIPHONES art thou balefires behold birth bitter blind blood bosom breast breath brows burn crown darkness day-dawn dead death divine dreams dumb ears earth face fair faith fame fate fear fire flame flowers France freedom fruit give glory godhead grave Greece grief hast thou hath hear heart heaven hope hopes and fears hour Italy kings lands light limbs lips little hour live love's lyre man's men's MENTANA morning mother mouth night passion Praise prayer priests republican Rome sacred saith sake seed shadow shalt shame shed sight sing skies slain slaves slay sleep smite song sorrow soul sound spirit springs stars storm strong sweet sword tears thee thine hand thine head things thou art Thou hast thunder thy name time's Tiresias tongue trod trumpet unto VICTOR HUGO wast waters of Babylon waves weep wind wings word
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Página 238 - O patria mia, vedo le mura e gli archi E le colonne ei simulacri e l'erme Torri degli avi nostri, Ma la gloria non vedo, Non vedo il lauro e il ferro ond'eran carchi I nostri padri antichi.
Página 72 - I am that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal and Whole; God changes, and man, and the form of them bodily; I am the soul.
Página 141 - The kings of the earth stood up, And the rulers took counsel together, to smite her and slay; And the blood of her wounds is given us to drink to-day.
Página 78 - And the sound of them springing And smell of their shoots Were as warmth and sweet singing And strength to my roots; And the lives of my children made perfect with freedom of soul were my fruits.
Página 80 - With the fires of his thunders For raiment and rod, God trembles in heaven, and his angels are white with the terror of God. For his twilight is come on him, His anguish is here; And his spirits gaze dumb on him, Grown grey from his fear; And his hour taketh hold on him stricken, the last of his infinite year. Thought made him and breaks him, Truth slays and forgives; But to you, as time takes him, This new thing it gives, Even love, the beloved Republic, that feeds upon freedom and lives. For truth...
Página 78 - All death and all life, and all reigns and all ruins, drop through me as sands. Though sore be my burden And more than ye know, And my growth have no guerdon But only to grow, Yet I fail not of growing for lightnings above me or deathworms below. These too have their part in me, As I too in these ; Such fire is at heart in me, Such sap is this tree's, Which hath in it all sounds and all secrets of infinite lands and of seas. In the spring-coloured hours When my mind was as May's, There brake forth...
Página 5 - To him the lights of even and morn Speak no vain things of love or scorn, Fancies and passions miscreate By man in things dispassionate. Nor holds he fellowship forlorn With souls that pray and hope and hate, And doubt they had better not been born, And fain would lure or scare off fate And charm their doomsman from their doom And make fear dig its own false tomb. He builds not half of doubts and half Of dreams his own soul's cenotaph, Whence hopes and fears with helpless eyes, Wrapt loose in cast-off...
Página 76 - Ye would know not the sun overshining the shadows and stars overpast. 1 that saw where ye trod The dim paths of the night Set the shadow called God In your skies to give light; But the morning of manhood is risen, and the shadowless soul is in sight. The tree many-rooted That swells to the sky With frondage red-fruited, The life-tree am I; In the buds of your lives is the sap of my leaves: ye shall live and not die.
Página 285 - Who shall teach mine eyes to see, my feet to stand, Now my foes have stripped and wounded me by night ? Who shall heal me ? who shall come to take my part ? Who shall set me as a seal upon his heart, As a seal upon his arm made bare for fight?
Página 51 - Turn ye, whose anguish oppressing you Crushes, asleep and awake, For the wrong which is wrought as of yore ; That Italia may give of her store, Having these things to give and no more ; Only her hands on you, blessing you ; Only a pang for her sake ; Only her bosom to die on ; Only her heart for a home, And a name with her children to be From Calabrian to Adrian sea Famous in cities made free That ring to the roar of the lion Proclaiming republican Rome.