Two Months Abroad: Thirty-two Letters1878 - 280 psl. |
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... TOWER . - A lifeless city - Its four monuments in a grass - grown square - The Baptistery , Ca- thedral , Tower , and Campo Santo .. XII . RANDOM WALKS ABOUT ROME.- Its winding , narrow , and quiet streets-- Getting lost in them - The ...
... TOWER . - A lifeless city - Its four monuments in a grass - grown square - The Baptistery , Ca- thedral , Tower , and Campo Santo .. XII . RANDOM WALKS ABOUT ROME.- Its winding , narrow , and quiet streets-- Getting lost in them - The ...
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... Tower - The Baptistery - Birth of the Renaissance . XXI . PAINTINGS 150 160 170 AND STATUES IN FLORENCE.- The Uffizi ... towers ... XXIII . FERRARA , PAST AND PRESENT . A deserted city - Its proud history - Tas- so's cell - Ariosto ...
... Tower - The Baptistery - Birth of the Renaissance . XXI . PAINTINGS 150 160 170 AND STATUES IN FLORENCE.- The Uffizi ... towers ... XXIII . FERRARA , PAST AND PRESENT . A deserted city - Its proud history - Tas- so's cell - Ariosto ...
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... tower and reads the inscriptions : " King Charles stood on this tower in 1645 and saw his army defeated on Rowton Moor . " Farther along he finds another tower bearing the English coat of arms and reads the date " 1170. " What was a ...
... tower and reads the inscriptions : " King Charles stood on this tower in 1645 and saw his army defeated on Rowton Moor . " Farther along he finds another tower bearing the English coat of arms and reads the date " 1170. " What was a ...
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... Tower , the scene of Amy Robsart's short residence in the home of her faithless lord , is opposite Cæsar's Tower . Not far away lie the private apartments of the great Earl of Leicester and the banqueting hall where Queen Elizabeth was ...
... Tower , the scene of Amy Robsart's short residence in the home of her faithless lord , is opposite Cæsar's Tower . Not far away lie the private apartments of the great Earl of Leicester and the banqueting hall where Queen Elizabeth was ...
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... 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 as they were a thousand years ago . This place was known in the times of Alfred the ...
... 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 as they were a thousand years ago . This place was known in the times of Alfred the ...
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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.