Fra Cipolla and Other Poems by John Hanmer HanmerFra Cipolla and Other Poems by John Hanmer Hanmer

Fra Cipolla and Other Poems

byJohn Hanmer Hanmer

Paperback | February 6, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1839. Excerpt: ... IN THE PALAZZO DEL TE. MANTUA. I Came into a strange and silent room In a deserted palace; many a day Had those who reared it, in the dusty tomb Past from their musical bright name away; Leaving old solitary stones to say "I was Gonzaga:" yet the scene remains For them that Giulio painted; well he may Who comes from northern climes and Gothic fanes Stand there amazed, for from the peopled wall Look forth, as on their heaving battle-plains The thunder-smitten Titans: chief of all One I remember, on his new-fixed chains Glaring amid the earthquake, in his fall As who the conqueror hates, himself disdains. FROM A PICTURE, BY NICOLO POUSSIN. There were two Satyrs 'neath a trailing vine, And one his pipe did touch melodiously; But old Silenus on a twisted line Of branches swung, keeping in jeopardy The sweet song and the music all divine: Grey was his beard, how otherwise should't be With an old warrior who doth mind the day When Bacchus thundered over Asia; Purple his visage, of autumnal hue, And well he knoweth all the gifts of wine: Wine that the fair nymph Nysa loveth too; And from her chalice, on the green hill's side, Pours to the hairy cloven-footed crew, That with their dances wake the echoes wide. TERRACINA. The black waves come in lashing the old walls, The shipless harbour from the shipless sea; The dreary wind sinks down at intervals, Winter is here, and yet it spring should be, Chasing the snows with sweet regality, And the wild hills enamelling with flowers, That now the myrtle sere and pallidly Turning its branches from the salt spray-showers Reigns o'er alone: On yon deserted towers An aloe grows, but its tall bloom is dead, Deep in his chink the bright green lizard cowers, Sunshiny elf, and fears the stranger's tread Rolling the loose stones d...
Title:Fra Cipolla and Other PoemsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:28 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.06 inPublished:February 6, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217479170

ISBN - 13:9780217479172