...crossing the Trinity River at Wise's Ferry, April 31, 1865, and inscribed to Miss Nannie W. Fletcher.) "River that rollest by the ancient walls Where dwells the lady of my love." — Bvroti. Fair River, I gaze on thy bosom again, Afar from thy source on that beautiful plain, Ere...

...reizende over Padua, Ferrara en Bologna schreef hij aan de oevers van de Po de schoone Stanzas to the Po: River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the Lady of my love, when she Walks bij the brink, and there perchance recalls A faint and fleeting memory of me: What if thy deep and...

...firm diction of this beautiful poem shows an Italian influence, probably that of Dante's Canzoniere: River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the Lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, and there perchance recalls A faint and fleeting memory of me; What if thy deep and ample...

...the day returns t<x> s<xm, Yet we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the irnxm. Stanzas to the Po River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, and there perchance recalls A faint and fleeting memory of me; What if thy deep and ample...

...spirit to the souls our fathers had. One freeman more, America, to thee ! STANZAS TO THE PO. RIVKR, thy brink, and there perchance recalls A faint and fleeting memory of me ; What if thy deep and ample...

...Charles forgot To thank his tale, he wonder'd not, The king had been an hour asleep. Stanzas to the Po River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, and there perchance recalls A faint and fleeting memory of me; II S What if thy deep and...

...Byronic "reflection" and the force of circumstances that dissipate it. River! that rollest by the antient walls Where dwells the Lady of my Love, when she Walks by thy brink and there perchance recalls A faint and fleeting memory of me, What if thy deep and ample...

...goal of his journeying, and he unburdened his heart by writing his moving ode To the Po, which begins: River! that rollest by the ancient walls Where dwells the Lady of my Love, when she Walks by thy brink and there perchance recalls A faint and fleeting memory of me, What if thy deep and ample...