Two Months Abroad: Thirty-two Letters1878 - 280 psl. |
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... FLORENCE AND HER GREAT MEN . Extraordinary growth of the human plant - The times that favored it -- Hero- ism - The civilization of our time - Its ma- terialism and commercial spirit ..... XX . THREE FLORENTINE GLORIES . The Cathedral ...
... FLORENCE AND HER GREAT MEN . Extraordinary growth of the human plant - The times that favored it -- Hero- ism - The civilization of our time - Its ma- terialism and commercial spirit ..... XX . THREE FLORENTINE GLORIES . The Cathedral ...
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... Florence entreating him to return . Bramante told the Pope it would be of no use , for Mich- ael had declared he would not paint the chapel as Julius had ordered him to paint it . Moreover in his ( Bramante's ) opinion , Michael did not ...
... Florence entreating him to return . Bramante told the Pope it would be of no use , for Mich- ael had declared he would not paint the chapel as Julius had ordered him to paint it . Moreover in his ( Bramante's ) opinion , Michael did not ...
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... mer , the other a sturdy oak tree . Michael was about the only man who was not afraid of Julius II . Raphael was one of the few men whom that warrior Pope loved . LETTER XIX . FLORENCE AND HER GREAT MEN . FLORENCE Two MONTHS ABROAD . 159.
... mer , the other a sturdy oak tree . Michael was about the only man who was not afraid of Julius II . Raphael was one of the few men whom that warrior Pope loved . LETTER XIX . FLORENCE AND HER GREAT MEN . FLORENCE Two MONTHS ABROAD . 159.
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Thirty-two Letters Francis Whiting Halsey. LETTER XIX . FLORENCE AND HER GREAT MEN . FLORENCE , Jan. 3. - Athens was only a small state ; but she did more for art and literature than the whole Roman Empire . Florence too , of the ...
Thirty-two Letters Francis Whiting Halsey. LETTER XIX . FLORENCE AND HER GREAT MEN . FLORENCE , Jan. 3. - Athens was only a small state ; but she did more for art and literature than the whole Roman Empire . Florence too , of the ...
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... Florence really was . Behold too in the long- suffering lives of those great men , living witnes- ses of the perpetual truth that nothing really great was ever born into this world without trav- ail . Here are some of the names , all ...
... Florence really was . Behold too in the long- suffering lives of those great men , living witnes- ses of the perpetual truth that nothing really great was ever born into this world without trav- ail . Here are some of the names , all ...
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Two Months Abroad– Thirty-two Letters Written for the Binghamton Republican ... Francis Whiting Halsey Visos knygos peržiūra - 1878 |
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ancient appear arches beautiful building built buried called castle Cathedral century chapel Christian church columns completed corner covered cross distance dome earth England enter Europe extends feel feet figures Florence Forum four French front gallery given Gothic Gothic art ground grow half hall hand height Hill houses human hundred interest Italy King known land LETTER light lived lofty London look marble ments Michael miles mind monuments nearly never noble once painted palace Paris passed Pope present reached remains rest rich rise Roman Rome ruins says scene seems seen side square stands statues stone streets structure temple tomb towers town trees Venice walk walls whole wide
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70 psl. - It is my wish that my ashes may repose on the banks of the Seine, in the midst of the French people, whom I have loved so well.
107 psl. - In fragments, choked up vaults, and frescos steep'd In subterranean damps, where the owl peep'd, Deeming it midnight : — Temples, baths or halls? Pronounce who can ; for all that learning reap'd From her research hath been, that these are walls — Behold the Imperial Mount ! 'tis thus the mighty falls.
147 psl. - There is a stern round tower of other days, ^ Firm as a fortress, with its fence of stone, Such as an army's baffled strength delays, Standing with half its battlements alone, And with two thousand years of ivy grown, The garland of eternity, where wave The green leaves over all by time o'erthrown ; — What was this tower of strength ? within its cave What treasure lay so lock'd, so hid ? — A woman's grave.
240 psl. - The hand that rounded Peter's dome And groined the aisles of Christian Rome Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew; The conscious stone to beauty grew.
115 psl. - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
277 psl. - Ye ! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell A single recollection, not in vain He wore his sandal-shoon and scallop-shell; Farewell ! with him alone may rest the pain, If such there were — with you, the moral of his strain.
235 psl. - Come unto me, all ye that labor, and are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.
8 psl. - What front can we make against these unavoidable, victorious, maleficent forces? What can I do against the influence of Race, in my history? What can I do against hereditary and constitutional habits; against scrofula, lymph, impotence? against climate, against barbarism, in my country? I can reason down or deny everything, except this perpetual Belly: feed he must and will, and I cannot make him respectable.
114 psl. - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber : and, More near, from out the Caesars...
71 psl. - Farewell to thee, France ! — but when Liberty rallies Once more in thy regions, remember me then. The violet still grows in the depth of thy valleys ; Though wither'd, thy tear will unfold it again. Yet, yet, I may baffle the hosts that surround us, And yet may thy heart leap awake to my voice — There are links which must break in the chain that has bound us, Then turn thee and call on the Chief of thy choice ! LAMENT OF TASSO.