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Hace 1 día · For there thy habitation is the heart -. The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned -. To fetters, and the damp vault 's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom 's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place,
Hace 4 días · More deeply purpled, meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course, and own the hues of Heaven; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian rock he sinks to sleep. On such an eve his palest beam he cast. When, Athens! here thy Wisest looked his last.
Hace 3 días · Thy verse is “sad” enough, no doubt: A devilish deal more sad than witty! Why we should weep I can't find out, Unless for thee we weep in pity. Yet there is one I pity more; And much, alas! I
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Hace 3 días · She Walks In Beauty. She walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright. Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light. Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace.
Hace 3 días · Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero 's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse: Their place of birth alone is mute.
Hace 3 días · She Walks In Beauty. She walks in Beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright. Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light. Which Heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace.
