The Idler in Italy, 3 tomasH. Colburn, 1840 |
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... dwelling when on earth . Chaplets already blessed , formed of every material , were displayed , from lapis- lazuli set in gold , down to ebony and more simple box - wood , with medallions on which were engraved images of the Madonna and ...
... dwelling when on earth . Chaplets already blessed , formed of every material , were displayed , from lapis- lazuli set in gold , down to ebony and more simple box - wood , with medallions on which were engraved images of the Madonna and ...
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... dwelling ? ” They never seemed long to her , signora ; for what with her books , and she was nearly as fond of reading as Lord Byron himself , and her embroidery , and her music , she was always employed . She doted on flowers , and an ...
... dwelling ? ” They never seemed long to her , signora ; for what with her books , and she was nearly as fond of reading as Lord Byron himself , and her embroidery , and her music , she was always employed . She doted on flowers , and an ...
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... dwellings once tenanted by those whose works have beguiled many an hour pleasantly , is seldom experienced until they to whom we owed those pleasant hours have left this earth ; then it is that we forget their foibles , and remember ...
... dwellings once tenanted by those whose works have beguiled many an hour pleasantly , is seldom experienced until they to whom we owed those pleasant hours have left this earth ; then it is that we forget their foibles , and remember ...
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... dwellings with the mingled odours of cigars and garlick ; and mutter the guttural sounds of their language , where once the dulcet ones of the softest of all the Italian dialects , were wont to be heard . The canal , too , over which ...
... dwellings with the mingled odours of cigars and garlick ; and mutter the guttural sounds of their language , where once the dulcet ones of the softest of all the Italian dialects , were wont to be heard . The canal , too , over which ...
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... dwelling , for such its darkness makes it look , with all of rich and rare that could console him for this privation . Nor does the fierce lion rampant , placed over the second arch of the entrance , as if to guard the approach ...
... dwelling , for such its darkness makes it look , with all of rich and rare that could console him for this privation . Nor does the fierce lion rampant , placed over the second arch of the entrance , as if to guard the approach ...
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admiration agreeable antiquities Ariosto assertion attached battle of Pavia beautiful behold beneath bestowed Bianca Bianca Capello bright brilliant brother Byron Capello Cardinal celebrated charming church cicerone contemplation Contessa Guiccioli court crown curious Dante death decorated Doge dwelling effect English erected evinced excited eyes father feelings Ferrara Florence Foscari Francesco Foscari furnished genius Genoa Giacopo Grand Duke heart honour imagine interest Italian Italy lady less looked Lord Lord Byron Loretto marble melancholy memory ment Mezzofanti Milan mind monument native never noble objects offered ornaments Padua painted palace Palladio Paolo Veronese passion peculiar peculiarly persons Petrarch picture pleasure poet Pope prison proof Ravenna reflect remarkable remember reminded rendered republic republic of Venice rich Rome saint scene seems seen Signora splendour spot Tasso taste Teresina tion Titian to-day tomb town Venetian Venetian school Venice Verona Veronese Vicenza Virgin woman
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8 psl. - ... 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.
124 psl. - 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.
8 psl. - 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...
213 psl. - 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.
174 psl. - 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!
125 psl. - 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...
124 psl. - I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand...
124 psl. - 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!
124 psl. - 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.
82 psl. - 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.