FastSaying
Thou hast fair forms that move With queenly tread; Thou hast proud fanes above Thy mighty dread. Yet wears thy Tiber's shore A mournful mien:-- Rome, Rome, thou art no more As thou hast been.
Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans
Tiber river
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Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault Assemble all the poor men of your sort; Draw them to the Tiber banks, and weep your tears Into the channel, till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
— William Shakespeare
Tiber river
Those graceful groves that shade the plain, Where Tiber rolls majestic to the main, And flattens, as he runs, the fair campagne.
— Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso)
Tiber river
We pine for kindred natures To mingle with our own.
— Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans
Sympathy
The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast; And the woods against a stormy sky, Their giant branches toss'd.
— Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans
Ocean
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?
— Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans
Fireflies
