The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt, Volume 1Ticknor and Fields, 1857 |
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Page 249 - mongst them sat the Count de Lorge, with one for whom he sighed : And truly 'twas a gallant thing to see that crowning show, Valor and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below.
Page 250 - I'll drop my glove to prove his love; great glory will be mine." She dropped her glove, to prove his love, then looked at him and smiled; He bowed, and in a moment leaped among the lions wild; The leap was quick, return was quick, he has regained his place, Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face.
Page 250 - twas a gallant thing to see that crowning show, Valor and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below. Ramped and roared the lions, with horrid laughing jaws; They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, a wind went with their paws; With wallowing might and stifled roar they rolled...
Page 250 - ... 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.
Page 146 - Tis morn, and never did a lovelier day Salute Ravenna from its leafy bay; For a warm eve and gentle rains at night Have left a sparkling welcome for the light; And April with his white hands wet with flowers Dazzles the bridemaids looking from the towers : Green vineyards and fair orchards far and near Glitter with drops ; and heaven is sapphire clear, And the lark rings it, and the pine-trees glow, And odors from the citrons come and go ; And all the landscape — earth and sky and sea — Breathes...
Page 160 - Various the trees and passing foliage here, — Wild pear, and oak, and dusky juniper, With briony between in trails of white...
Page 147 - 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.
Page 262 - cried the glad usher aloud, As she swam through the doorway, like moon from a cloud. I know not which most her face beam'd with, — fine creature ! Enjoyment, or judgment, or wit, or good-nature. Perhaps you have known what it is to feel longings To pat buxom shoulders at routs and such throngings; — Well, — think what it was, at a vision like that ! A grace after dinner ! — a Venus grown fat...
Page 148 - Leaving the pathways only for the crowd, The space within for the procession proud. For in this manner is the square set out : — The sides, path-deep, are crowded round about, And...
Page 184 - The falcon reached in vain from off his stand ; The flowers were not refreshed ; the very light, The sunshine, seemed as if it shone at night : The least noise smote her like a sudden wound — And did she hear but the remotest sound Of song or instrument about the place, She hid with both her hands her streaming face. But worse to her than all (and oh ! thought she, That ever, ever such a worse could be !) The sight of infant was, or child at play ! Then would she turn, and move her lips, and pray...