The Idler in Italy, Volume 3H. Colburn, 1840 |
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... poet , would not have disliked the neighbourhood , for he loved and reverenced genius , whether crowned by praise , or persecuted by in- tolerance . I wish the mortal remains of my poor departed " friend Drummond might be left to repose ...
... poet , would not have disliked the neighbourhood , for he loved and reverenced genius , whether crowned by praise , or persecuted by in- tolerance . I wish the mortal remains of my poor departed " friend Drummond might be left to repose ...
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... poet . Hence he entered into the feelings , nay more , was disposed to perform an active part in the resistance to the tyrannical sway of the government , then contemplated in Romagna by the liberals there ; and like all undertakings in ...
... poet . Hence he entered into the feelings , nay more , was disposed to perform an active part in the resistance to the tyrannical sway of the government , then contemplated in Romagna by the liberals there ; and like all undertakings in ...
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... render him an account of her studies , as a scholar would to a preceptor , and he would smile , and look at her so fondly , and she , poor lady , would appear so happy ! " This naïf picture of the domestic interior of the poet 44 RAVENNA .
... render him an account of her studies , as a scholar would to a preceptor , and he would smile , and look at her so fondly , and she , poor lady , would appear so happy ! " This naïf picture of the domestic interior of the poet 44 RAVENNA .
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... poet , than does Ravenna ; but its geographical position , placing it out of any of the beaten tracks , exempts it from being resorted to by the general mass of strangers who swarm through the other parts of this beautiful land . The ...
... poet , than does Ravenna ; but its geographical position , placing it out of any of the beaten tracks , exempts it from being resorted to by the general mass of strangers who swarm through the other parts of this beautiful land . The ...
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... poet , whose pages have charmed many an hour . Few great writers have left behind them a more noble character than that of Dante , whether re- garded for the spirit of independence which so peculiarly characterized him , —a spirit that ...
... poet , whose pages have charmed many an hour . Few great writers have left behind them a more noble character than that of Dante , whether re- garded for the spirit of independence which so peculiarly characterized him , —a spirit that ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 124 - I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand...
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.