The poetical works of Leigh Hunt, revised by himself and ed. with an intr. by S.A. Lee, Τόμος 11857 |
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Agolanti Aloud Antonio beauty better blessed BLUE-STOCKING bow'd breath brother Cambus Countess cried dear delight door dreadful e'en earth Exeunt eyes face fair fancy fat friar fear FIORDILISA fool gentle gentleman GINEVRA Giulio grace hand happy hear heard heart heaven hope horse husband King Ban knew L'Orme La Rou La Rousse lady Leigh Hunt light look look'd lord Louise lov'd lover madam Motte never night noble noble Khan NOTE o'er Olim Olimpia pardon Petrarch pity poem poet poor Prince Ravenna Rimini Riva Robin Robin Hood RONDINELLI round Rousse SCENE scorn seem'd shame Signor smile soul speak stood story sweet sword tears tell thee thing thou thought Torcy tow'rds trees truth turn turn'd twas twixt vex'd Vincent Novello voice wife Winchelsea word
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Σελίδα 283 - Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass; And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Σελίδα 244 - ... be; He surely would do wondrous things to show his love of me; King, ladies, lovers, all look on; the occasion is divine; I'll drop my glove to prove his love; great glory will be mine.
Σελίδα 244 - twas a gallant thing to see that crowning show, Valour and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below. Ramp'd and roar'd the lions, with horrid laughing jaws ; They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, a wind went...
Σελίδα 141 - With feet and voice the gathering hum contends, The deep talk heaves, the ready laugh ascends ; Callings, and clapping doors, and curs unite, And shouts from mere exuberance of delight, And armed bands, making important way, Gallant and grave, the lords of holiday, And nodding neighbours, greeting as they run, And pilgrims, chanting in the morning sun.
Σελίδα 166 - That show'd, in various scenes, the nymphs themselves ; Some by the water-side, on bowery shelves Leaning at will, — some in the stream at play, — Some pelting the young Fauns with buds of May,— Or half-asleep pretending not to see The latter in the brakes come creepingly, While from their careless urns, lying aside In the long grass, the straggling waters glide. Never, be sure, before or since was seen A summer-house so fine in such a nest of green.
Σελίδα 212 - For this I had the light put out ; but when I saw the face, and found a stranger slain, I knelt, and thanked the sovereign arbiter, Whose work I had performed through pain and fear ; And then I rose, and was refreshed with food, The first time since thou cam'st, and marr'dst my solitude.
Σελίδα 141 - If peace returning and processions rare, And to crown all, a marriage in the spring, Can set men's hearts and fancies on the wing: For on this beauteous day Ravenna's pride, The daughter of their prince, becomes a bride; A bride to ransom an exhausted land ; And he whose victories have obtained her hand Has taken with the dawn, so flies report, His promised journey to the expecting court, With knightly pomp, and squires of high degree The bold Giovanni, Lord of Rimini.
Σελίδα 164 - And then pursued the stream, and as you trod Onward and onward o'er the velvet sod, Felt on your face an air, watery and sweet, And a new sense in your soft-lighting feet.
Σελίδα 210 - And takes possession of my house, my board, My bed ; — I have two daughters and a wife, And the wild villain comes and makes me mad with life.
Σελίδα 174 - The days were then at close of autumn, — still, A little rainy, and towards night-fall chill ; There was a fitful, moaning air abroad ; And ever and anon, over the road, The last few leaves came fluttering from the trees, Whose trunks now thronged to sight, in dark varieties.