 | Leaves of grass (1872) |  |
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All songs of current lands come sounding 'round me,The German airs of friendship, wine and love,
Irish ballads, merry jigs and dances—English warbles,
Chansons of France, Scotch tunes—and o'er the rest,
Italia's peerless compositions.
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Across the stage, with pallor on her face, yet lurid passion,Stalks Norma, brandishing the dagger in her hand.
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I see poor crazed Lucia's eyes' unnatural gleam;Her hair down her back falls loose and dishevell'd.
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I see where Ernani, walking the bridal garden,Amid the scent of night-roses, radiant, holding his bride by the hand,
Hears the infernal call, the death-pledge of the horn.
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To crossing swords, and grey hairs bared to heaven,The clear, electric base and baritone of the world,
The trombone duo—Libertad forever!
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From Spanish chestnut trees' dense shade,By old and heavy convent walls, a wailing song,
Song of lost love—the torch of youth and life quench'd in despair,
Song of the dying swan—Fernando's heart is breaking.
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Awaking from her woes at last, retriev'd Amina sings;Copious as stars, and glad as morning light, the torrents of her joy.
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(The teeming lady comes!The lustrious orb—Venus contralto—the blooming mother,
Sister of loftiest gods—Alboni's self I hear.)
| Leaves of grass (1872) | |