Capitolo 16
Shades of their faint without his/her plastic art,--
He waves his/her wand, and here! they lives again,
It is in his/her world completes their mimic part.
Been Born in you redden him his/her imperial soul,
He/she sits crowned and scepter in the kingdoms of mind.
Kingdoms can fall, and it crumble to decay,
Time but it confirms his/her humanity of o'er of empire.
MRS. GRAVE THAT MAKES BROWN AT FLORENCE.
Florence brings a grace it joins,
All of his/her first crowning of honors;
The country of Dante, the equitable house of Art,
Taken the dust of brown Barrett Rendere.
Keeper of the dead noble
What a bottom of thy dirty lie sleeping,
England, with the full heart it praises
This new treasure to custody of thy.
Picks her up, she is half thine they possess;
In the rich outpourings of his/her verses,
The warm Italian heart breathes,
Desiring the earth is restoring.
From skies of thy his/her poet-heart
Taken a fresher inspiration,
And its soul got new strength,
With his/her physical translation.
Freely takes that that you given hast,
I lead the rhythmic beauty of his/her verses,
What the exciting notes that have called
Trumpet-how children of thy to the duty.
Rarer than exotic flowers
In thy chaplet twisting native,
To the temple of great thy
Add him--she is value putting in a shrine.
MY CASTLE.
I have a beautiful castle,
With towers and fair of battlement;
A flag is a lot of with cheerful equipment,,
Afloat in the external air.
The walls are made out of solid silver;
The towers are made out of thick gold;
And the lights that brook from the windows
A real scene explains.
Ah! It was able her but it enters my castle
With his/her pomp of the regal brightness,
You would say that it overcomes far
The building of Aladeen.
It was able her but it enters as I do,
And it walks at times through the room,
And it marks the grandiose columns,
And the portraits on the wall;
With the expensive gems around them,
That push of the wave their light far,