Cooper's Novels, Volym 20Stringer and Townsend, 1852 |
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Sida 9
... Lido . Hundreds of pedestrians were pouring out of the narrow streets of Venice into the square of St. Mark , like water gushing through some strait aqueduct , into a broad and bubbling basin . Gallant cavalieri and grave cittadini ...
... Lido . Hundreds of pedestrians were pouring out of the narrow streets of Venice into the square of St. Mark , like water gushing through some strait aqueduct , into a broad and bubbling basin . Gallant cavalieri and grave cittadini ...
Sida 12
... Lido , thou wouldst have known the difference between chasing the felucca and catching her . " " Kneel down , and thank San Teodoro for his care . There was much praying on thy decks that hour , caro Stefano , though none is bolder ...
... Lido , thou wouldst have known the difference between chasing the felucca and catching her . " " Kneel down , and thank San Teodoro for his care . There was much praying on thy decks that hour , caro Stefano , though none is bolder ...
Sida 14
... Lido , and from the Lido home . There are no Tunis - men by the way , to chill the heart or warm the feet . " " Enough of friendship . And is there nothing stirring in the republic ? -no young noble drowned , nor any Jew hanged ? " 66 ...
... Lido , and from the Lido home . There are no Tunis - men by the way , to chill the heart or warm the feet . " " Enough of friendship . And is there nothing stirring in the republic ? -no young noble drowned , nor any Jew hanged ? " 66 ...
Sida 16
... Lido , that very hour , or- ------ " 99 " Pietrello ? " " He was brought up by the oar of Giorgio , for both of us were active in saving the cushions and other valuables . " " Could'st thou do nothing for the poor Roman ? Ill luck may ...
... Lido , that very hour , or- ------ " 99 " Pietrello ? " " He was brought up by the oar of Giorgio , for both of us were active in saving the cushions and other valuables . " " Could'st thou do nothing for the poor Roman ? Ill luck may ...
Sida 17
... Lido , since th snows melted from Monselice . " " And when the sun of thy master's countenanc sets in his own palazzo , thou hastenest off to the bridge of the Rialto , among the jewellers and butch- ers , to proclaim the manner in ...
... Lido , since th snows melted from Monselice . " " And when the sun of thy master's countenanc sets in his own palazzo , thou hastenest off to the bridge of the Rialto , among the jewellers and butch- ers , to proclaim the manner in ...
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66 Signore Agata Annina answered Antonio art thou beneath blessed boat Bravo Bridge of Sighs Bucentaur Calabrian canals canst Cardinal Secretary Carlo Carmelite companion concealed council countenance daughter doge Doge of Venice doge's palace Don Camillo Monforte Donna Florinda Donna Violetta door Dost thou duty eccellenza entered errand exclaimed Father Anselmo favor fear feelings felucca fisherman Frontoni galleys Gelsomina Gino girl glance gondola hand happy Hast thou hath heard heart holy honor hope hour illustrious Jacopo justice lady Lagunes Lido look manner Mark mask master mayest monk Neapolitan noble palace passed patricians Piazzetta pleasure prayers prince prison quay regatta republic returned Rialto Roderigo San Teodoro secret senate Signor Gradenigo Signor Soranzo speak Stefano stranger thee thine Thou art thou hast Thou knowest thou wilt thou would'st Tiepolo tion truth Venetian Venice voice wish young youth
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Sida 9 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Sida 157 - PRISONER OF CHILLON. MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Sida 111 - He who observes it, ere he passes on, Gazes his fill, and comes and comes again, That he may call it up, when far away. She sits, inclining forward as to speak, Her lips half-open, and her finger up, As though she said