The Idler in Italy, Volym 3H. Colburn, 1840 |
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... Poor Ranieri - Manufacture of Glass - Armenian Convent- Father Pasquali - Palaces - The Michieli - Bianca Capello - Cate- rina Cornaro - The Foscari Palace - The Rialto 90-99 100-209 PADUA House of Petrarch - Boccacio and Petrarch - Byron.
... Poor Ranieri - Manufacture of Glass - Armenian Convent- Father Pasquali - Palaces - The Michieli - Bianca Capello - Cate- rina Cornaro - The Foscari Palace - The Rialto 90-99 100-209 PADUA House of Petrarch - Boccacio and Petrarch - Byron.
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... Poor dear Lady So- and - so , or Mrs. Such - a - one , how dreadfully changed she is ! ' - the lady making the remark being quite unconscious that she is as much changed as the friend on whose altered looks she comments . We men , too ...
... Poor dear Lady So- and - so , or Mrs. Such - a - one , how dreadfully changed she is ! ' - the lady making the remark being quite unconscious that she is as much changed as the friend on whose altered looks she comments . We men , too ...
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... poor departed " friend Drummond might be left to repose here ; but they are to be removed to Scotland in the course of a few months . I should like to remember his grave as it now is , with a blue sky above , and gentle breezes fanning ...
... poor departed " friend Drummond might be left to repose here ; but they are to be removed to Scotland in the course of a few months . I should like to remember his grave as it now is , with a blue sky above , and gentle breezes fanning ...
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... Poor Gell ! I still seem to feel the pressure of his hand , and the tears that bedewed mine as he pressed it to his lips , and murmured his fears that we should meet no more . " You have been visiting our friend Drummond's grave to ...
... Poor Gell ! I still seem to feel the pressure of his hand , and the tears that bedewed mine as he pressed it to his lips , and murmured his fears that we should meet no more . " You have been visiting our friend Drummond's grave to ...
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... poor Ireland is as green as the wounds inflicted on it , and to which no healing balsam has yet been applied . " The vivid hue of the verdure greatly adds to the beauty of the cataract , to the snowy foam of which it forms so fine a ...
... poor Ireland is as green as the wounds inflicted on it , and to which no healing balsam has yet been applied . " The vivid hue of the verdure greatly adds to the beauty of the cataract , to the snowy foam of which it forms so fine a ...
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admiration agreeable antiquities Ariosto assertion attached battle of Pavia beautiful behold beneath bestowed Bianca Bianca Capello bright brilliant brother Byron Capello Cardinal celebrated charming church cicerone contemplation Contessa Guiccioli court crown curious Dante death decorated Doge dwelling effect English erected evinced excited eyes father feelings Ferrara Florence Foscari Francesco Foscari furnished genius Genoa Giacopo Grand Duke heart honour imagine interest Italian Italy lady less looked Lord Lord Byron Loretto marble melancholy memory ment Mezzofanti Milan mind monument native never noble objects offered ornaments Padua painted palace Palladio Paolo Veronese passion peculiar peculiarly persons Petrarch picture pleasure poet Pope prison proof Ravenna reflect remarkable remember reminded rendered republic republic of Venice rich Rome saint scene seems seen Signora splendour spot Tasso taste Teresina tion Titian to-day tomb town Venetian Venetian school Venice Verona Veronese Vicenza Virgin woman
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Sida 8 - ... tis to him ye must Pay orisons for this suspension of disgust. LXIX. The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss ; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
Sida 124 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers.
Sida 8 - To the broad column which rolls on, and shows More like the fountain of an infant sea Torn from the womb of mountains by the throes Of a new world, than only thus to be Parent of rivers, which flow gushingly, With many windings, through the vale :— Look back! Lo ! where it comes like an eternity, As if to sweep down all things in its track, Charming the eye with dread, — a matchless cataract...
Sida 213 - In veder che ora innonorato resti ! Prezioso diaspro, agata, ed oro Foran debito fregio e appena degno Di rivestir si nobile tesoro. Ma no ; tomba fregiar d' uom eh' ebbe regno Vuoisi, e por gemme ove disdice alloro : Qui basta il nome di quel Divo Ingegno.
Sida 174 - No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Sida 125 - Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! But unto us she hath a spell beyond Her name in story, and her long array Of mighty shadows, whose dim forms despond Above the Dogeless city's vanished sway : Ours is a trophy which will not decay With the Rialto ; Shylock and the Moor, And Pierre, cannot be swept or worn away, — The keystones of the arch ! though all were o'er, For us repeopled were the...
Sida 124 - I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand...
Sida 124 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
Sida 124 - 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 Looked to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles ! II.
Sida 82 - 1 sen, ma nel suo verde ancora Verginella s'asconde e vergognosa; O più tosto parei, che mortai cosa Non s'assomiglia a te, celeste aurora Che le campagne imperla ei monti indora Lucida in ciel sereno e rugiadosa.