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Page 221 - It was a calm and silent night! — Seven hundred years and fifty-three Had Rome been growing up to might, And now was queen of land and sea! " No sound was heard of clashing wars, — Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain; Apollo, Pallas, Jove, and Mars Held undisturbed their ancient reign In the solemn midnight, Centuries ago!
Page 268 - And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold, the bridegroom cometh, go ye out to meet him;'
Page 148 - of Italy and Spain, were borrowed from his treasury. With such a command of poetical sounds, it was natural that he should inspire delight into ears not yet rendered familiar to the artifices of verse ; and even now the fragments of these ancient lays, quoted by M. Sismondi and M. Ginguene', seem to possess a sort of charm
Page 274 - Galilee of the Gentiles, the people who sat in darkness saw a great light, and to them who sat in the region and shadow of death light is sprung up.
Page 268 - But the wise took oil in their vessels with their lamps. While the bridegroom tarried, they all slumbered
Page 148 - The writer himself calls the piece a cante-fable, a tale told in prose, but with its incidents and sentiment helped forward by songs, inserted at irregular intervals. In the junctions of the story itself there are signs of roughness and want of skill, which make one suspect that the prose was only put together to connect a series of
Page 148 - has evaporated in translation. Upon this harmony, and upon the facility with which mankind are apt to be deluded into an admiration of exaggerated sentiment in poetry, they depended for their influence. And however vapid the songs of Provence may seem to our apprehensions, they were undoubtedly the source from which poetry for many centuries derived a great portion of its habitual language.
Page 148 - series of songs so moving and attractive that people wished to heighten and dignify their effect by a regular framework or setting. Yet the songs themselves are of the simplest kind, not rhymed even, but only imperfectly assonant, stanzas of twenty or thirty lines,