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... hope was to bring forth Heroes , and would not welcome them with tears . All's silent now . MEMMO . MARINA . Perhaps all ' s over , but I will not deem it : he hath nerved himself , And now defies them . VOL . V. ט Enter an OFFICER ...
... hope was to bring forth Heroes , and would not welcome them with tears . All's silent now . MEMMO . MARINA . Perhaps all ' s over , but I will not deem it : he hath nerved himself , And now defies them . VOL . V. ט Enter an OFFICER ...
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... hope so . He was my pride , my- -but ' t is useless now- I am not given to tears , but wept for joy When he was born : those drops were ominous . MARINA . I say he's innocent ! he's innocent ! And were he not so , Is our own blood and ...
... hope so . He was my pride , my- -but ' t is useless now- I am not given to tears , but wept for joy When he was born : those drops were ominous . MARINA . I say he's innocent ! he's innocent ! And were he not so , Is our own blood and ...
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... hope , ' t is true , that time , which wears The marble down , had worn away the hate Of men's hearts ; but I knew them not , and here Must I consume my own , which never beat For Venice but with such a yearning as The dove has for her ...
... hope , ' t is true , that time , which wears The marble down , had worn away the hate Of men's hearts ; but I knew them not , and here Must I consume my own , which never beat For Venice but with such a yearning as The dove has for her ...
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... hope it : ' T was time . Enter MARINA . MARINA . My best beloved ! JACOPO FOSCARI ( Embracing her . ) My true wife , And only friend ! What happiness ! No more . MARINA . We'll part JACOPO FOSCARI . How ! wouldst thou share a dungeon ...
... hope it : ' T was time . Enter MARINA . MARINA . My best beloved ! JACOPO FOSCARI ( Embracing her . ) My true wife , And only friend ! What happiness ! No more . MARINA . We'll part JACOPO FOSCARI . How ! wouldst thou share a dungeon ...
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... hope Will stream along those moted rays of light , Peopled with dusty atoms , which afford Our only day ; for , save the jailor's torch , And a strange fire - fly , which was quickly caught Last night in yon enormous spider's net , I ne ...
... hope Will stream along those moted rays of light , Peopled with dusty atoms , which afford Our only day ; for , save the jailor's torch , And a strange fire - fly , which was quickly caught Last night in yon enormous spider's net , I ne ...
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ABEL ADAH AHOLIBAMAH ANAH apostolic palace ARNOLD aught avait AZAZIEL BARBARIGO bear beauty behold beneath blood BOURBON breast breath brother brow CÆSAR CAIN CESAR chief Colonna palace Conseil des Dix courser dare dead death deeds deep DOGE dread e'er earth eternal Exeunt Exit father fear feel FRITZ GABOR gaze hand hate hath heard heart heaven hour IDENSTEIN immortal IRAD JACOPO FOSCARI JAPHET JOSEPHINE Lara Lara's leave less limbs live look look'd lord LOREDANO LUCIFER MARINA MEMMO Methinks mortal ne'er never night noble Note nought o'er OLIMPIA pass'd PHILIBERT qu'il rest RODOLPH Rome scarce seem'd SIEGENDORF silent sire slave smile SOLDIER soul spirit STRALENHEIM STRANGER tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought turn'd ULRIC unto Venice walls waves WERNER Whate'er wild wilt words wretch ZILLAH Zuleika
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Page 356 - And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain, With marks that will not wear away...
Page 359 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave, Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay...
Page 368 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they ? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell. My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are ; — even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.
Page 362 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind, And grieved for those he left behind : With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Page 118 - tis the land of the Sun — Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done? Oh! wild as the accents of lovers' farewell Are the hearts which they bear, and the tales which they tell.
Page 189 - There, in its centre, a sepulchral lamp Burns the slow flame, eternal — but unseen; Which not the darkness of despair can damp, Though vain its ray as it had never been.
Page 365 - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
Page 363 - Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place. One on the earth, and one beneath — My brothers — both had ceased to breathe.
Page 117 - Gul in her bloom ; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In color though varied, in beauty may vie...
Page 367 - Oh, thou beautiful And unimaginable ether ! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights ! what are ye ? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden ? Is your course measured for ye ? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion — at which my soul aches to think — Intoxicated with eternity...