Two Months Abroad: Thirty-two Letters1878 - 280 psl. |
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... built on temples - Temples transformed into churches - The Pantheon - Raphael's tomb - The Capuchin cemetery . XVI . ST . PETER'S AT ROME . The piazza and portico - Michael Angelo's dome - Im- pressions - Monuments . XVII . ROMAN TOMBS ...
... built on temples - Temples transformed into churches - The Pantheon - Raphael's tomb - The Capuchin cemetery . XVI . ST . PETER'S AT ROME . The piazza and portico - Michael Angelo's dome - Im- pressions - Monuments . XVII . ROMAN TOMBS ...
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... LONDON AND FAREWELL .-- A great force - Buildings built for eternity-- St. Paul's -- Turner's art -- Last days- Last words ..... ERRATA .. 241 251 261 271 279 I have no expectation that any man will read history CONTENTS .
... LONDON AND FAREWELL .-- A great force - Buildings built for eternity-- St. Paul's -- Turner's art -- Last days- Last words ..... ERRATA .. 241 251 261 271 279 I have no expectation that any man will read history CONTENTS .
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... built in the present generation . But here old walls and houses meet him at every turn . The church , St. John the Baptist , was founded in 689 by the Saxon King Ethelred , and the structure that now exists was built in 1067 . It is in ...
... built in the present generation . But here old walls and houses meet him at every turn . The church , St. John the Baptist , was founded in 689 by the Saxon King Ethelred , and the structure that now exists was built in 1067 . It is in ...
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... built upon solid rock ; it covers an immense area ; ivy and moss are on its walls ; its towers are of massive size ; they rise two hundred feet high ; they have walls ten feet thick ; battlements and small port holes are there as there ...
... built upon solid rock ; it covers an immense area ; ivy and moss are on its walls ; its towers are of massive size ; they rise two hundred feet high ; they have walls ten feet thick ; battlements and small port holes are there as there ...
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... built so long ago that no one can tell when . In Shakespeare's day it was old . Time has brought none of it to ruin , but his hand has set the seal of decay upon every stone . outlines are wonderfully pleasing , the orna- ments always ...
... built so long ago that no one can tell when . In Shakespeare's day it was old . Time has brought none of it to ruin , but his hand has set the seal of decay upon every stone . outlines are wonderfully pleasing , the orna- ments always ...
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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.