Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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WRITTEN ON FIRST ARRIVING AT VENICE.
The sun rose glorious soon o'er the Adrian Sea,To light us on our way to Venice, fair!—
And all that beauteous is, and mournful there.
He rose! and blazed the sea beneath him free,
Whose waves seemed rolling waves of fires to be!—
Full proud his image-impress thus to bear!
What splendours did each sparkling foam-wreath wear!
Night's shadows then in truth did swiftly flee!
Ere while a death-black mass of glooms remained,
As though they would frown back the rising sun—
With all the funeral hues of midnight stained—
They staid!—till fringed with fire they seem'd all spun
Of Light and Darkness both—He rose!—He reigned!
And they retreated—fled!—crushed, vanquished, and undone!
Venice.
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