The Genius of the Thames: A Lyrical Poem, in Two Parts

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T. Hookham, jun., and E. T. Hookham, 1810 - English poetry - 147 pages
 

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Page 116 - Genius, natale comes qui temperat astrum, Naturae deus humanae, mortalis in unumQuodque caput, vultu mutabilis, albus et ater.
Page 129 - ... inquit >frondoso vertice collem/ - quis deus, incertum est - habitat deus...
Page 147 - Muoiono le città, muoiono i regni, copre i fasti e le pompe arena ed erba, e l'uom d'esser mortal par che si sdegni: oh nostra mente cupida e superba!
Page 145 - Questi non hanno speranza di morte, E la lor cieca vita è tanto bassa, . Che invidiosi son d
Page 141 - A hazel grows near the chapel, the fruit of which is always apparently perfect, but is invariably found to be hollow. This nunnery derives its chief interest from having been the burial-place of the beautiful Rosamond, who appears, after her death^ to have been regarded as a saint.
Page 142 - Henry had made for her a house of wonderfull working ; so that no man or woman might come to her, but he that was instructed by the king, or such as were right secret with him touching the matter. This house after some was named Labyrinthus, or Dedalus worke, which was wrought like unto a knot in a garden, called a Maze...
Page 131 - Ma quando parte il sol, qui tosto adombra / notte, nube, caligine ed orrore / che rassembra infernal, che gli occhi ingombra / di cecità, ch'empie di tema il core; / né qui gregge od armenti a...
Page 121 - The ancient Cuthites, and the Persians after them, had a great veneration for fountains and streams, which also prevailed among other nations, so as to have been at one time almost universal.
Page 81 - Fond youths and blushing maidens came, And gathered from its mystic power A brighter, purer, holier flame : The lightest heart with awe could feel The charm her hovering spirit shed : But superstition's impious zeal Distilled its venom on the dead...
Page 3 - Non è questa la patria in ch' io mi fido, Madre benigna e pia , Che copre l' uno e l' altro mio parente? Per Dio, questo la mente Talor vi mova , e con pietà guardate Le lagrime del popol doloroso, Che sol da voi riposo Dopo Dio spera ; e , pur che voi mostriate Segno alcun di pietate, Virtù...

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