Venice
Found in 4 poems.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto the Fourth
- 1I stood in Venice, on the "Bridge of Sighs;"
- 9Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles!
- 10She looks a sea Cybele,fresh from Ocean,
- 11Rising with her tiara of proud towers
- 14And such she was;--her daughters had their dowers
- 17In purple was she robed,and of her feast
- 19In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more,
- 21Her palaces are crumbling to the shore,
- 25Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear,
- 28But unto us she hath a spell beyond
- 29Her name in story, and her long array
- 99When Venice was a Queen with an unequalled dower.
- 112Are they not bridled?--Venice, lost and won,
- 114Sinks, like a sea-weed, unto whence she rose!
- 116Even in Destruction's depth, her foreign foes,
- 118In youth She was all glory,--a new Tyre,--
- 119Her very by-word sprung from Victory,
- 121And blood she bore o'er subject Earth and Sea;
- 122Though making many slaves, Herself still free,
- 128Of her dead Doges are declined to dust;
- 134Too oft remind her who and what enthrals,
- 135Have flung a desolate cloud o'er Venice' lovely walls.
- 145Thus, Venice! if no stronger claim were thine,
- 153Of Venice think of thine, despite thy watery wall.
- 154I loved her from my boyhood--she to me
- 159Had stamped her image in me, and even so,
- 162Than when she was a boast, a marvel, and a show.
- 169From thee, fair Venice!have their colours caught:
Ode on Venice
- 104When Venice was an envy, might abate,
- 105But did not quench, her spirit--in her fate
- 107And loved their hostess, nor could learn to hate,
- 110She was the voyager's worship;--even her crimes
- 112She drank no blood, nor fattened on the dead,
- 113But gladdened where her harmless conquests spread;
- 120The name of Freedom to her glorious struggles;
- 121Yet she but shares with them a common woe,
- 127Venice is crushed, and Holland deigns to own
- 143Yet rears her crest, unconquered and sublime,
- 144Above the far Atlantic!--She has taught