The Idler in Italy, Volume 3H. Colburn, 1840 |
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... scene before me . And there were with me two persons to whom every ruin , and every spot in view , were " familiar as household words ; " men who had explored them all , with the feelings of the historian , the research of the ...
... scene before me . And there were with me two persons to whom every ruin , and every spot in view , were " familiar as household words ; " men who had explored them all , with the feelings of the historian , the research of the ...
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... scenes , pursuits , and trains of thought , new associations supplying the place of old attach- ments , the impossibility of recalling the feelings to the precise state in which they were , when daily habits of intimacy rendered the ...
... scenes , pursuits , and trains of thought , new associations supplying the place of old attach- ments , the impossibility of recalling the feelings to the precise state in which they were , when daily habits of intimacy rendered the ...
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... scene as bright , as if no graves were there to remind one of the brief space allotted to us on earth . There stood the pyramid of Caius Sextus , the sunbeams gleaming on its massive walls , whose funereal character seems to consecrate ...
... scene as bright , as if no graves were there to remind one of the brief space allotted to us on earth . There stood the pyramid of Caius Sextus , the sunbeams gleaming on its massive walls , whose funereal character seems to consecrate ...
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... scene , Love watching Madness with unaltered mien . The verdure occasioned by the eternal showers of spray , which fall to a considerable distance around , I have nowhere seen equalled , except in Ireland . I noticed this aloud , and an ...
... scene , Love watching Madness with unaltered mien . The verdure occasioned by the eternal showers of spray , which fall to a considerable distance around , I have nowhere seen equalled , except in Ireland . I noticed this aloud , and an ...
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... scene represented to be , of a number of persons passing and repassing , holding lanterns in their hands , when the silvery rays of the moon rendered the place as light as day . The population of Ravenna consists of twenty thousand ...
... scene represented to be , of a number of persons passing and repassing , holding lanterns in their hands , when the silvery rays of the moon rendered the place as light as day . The population of Ravenna consists of twenty thousand ...
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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.