The Tourist in Switzerland and ItalyR. Jennings, 1830 - 278 páginas |
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... marble is placed in this room , which once contained the heart of the philosopher . On it is the following affected inscrip- tion SON ESPRIT EST PARTOUT , ET SON CŒUR EST ICI Over the vase is written - MES MANES SONT CONSOLES PUISQUE ...
... marble is placed in this room , which once contained the heart of the philosopher . On it is the following affected inscrip- tion SON ESPRIT EST PARTOUT , ET SON CŒUR EST ICI Over the vase is written - MES MANES SONT CONSOLES PUISQUE ...
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... marble of a fine colour , inclining to red . From this garden one goes on a level to all the rest of the alleys and parterres , herb and flower gardens , in all which there are variety of foun- tains and arbours ; but the great parterre ...
... marble of a fine colour , inclining to red . From this garden one goes on a level to all the rest of the alleys and parterres , herb and flower gardens , in all which there are variety of foun- tains and arbours ; but the great parterre ...
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... marble of a fine colour , inclining to red . From this garden one goes on a level to all the rest of the alleys and parterres , herb and flower gardens , in all which there are variety of foun- tains and arbours ; but the great parterre ...
... marble of a fine colour , inclining to red . From this garden one goes on a level to all the rest of the alleys and parterres , herb and flower gardens , in all which there are variety of foun- tains and arbours ; but the great parterre ...
Página 111
... marble of a fine colour , inclining to red . From this garden one goes on a level to all the rest of the alleys and parterres , herb and flower gardens , in all which there are variety of foun- tains and arbours ; but the great parterre ...
... marble of a fine colour , inclining to red . From this garden one goes on a level to all the rest of the alleys and parterres , herb and flower gardens , in all which there are variety of foun- tains and arbours ; but the great parterre ...
Página 115
... Borromeo a colossal statue in bronze of vast magnitude , being in height seventy feet , and supported by a marble pedestal of forty feet . Far off the Borromean saint is seen Distinct , though 12 CASTLE OF ANGHIERA . 115.
... Borromeo a colossal statue in bronze of vast magnitude , being in height seventy feet , and supported by a marble pedestal of forty feet . Far off the Borromean saint is seen Distinct , though 12 CASTLE OF ANGHIERA . 115.
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Página 18 - After laying down my pen I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Página 29 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar - for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! - May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Página 38 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Página 177 - I 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...
Página 29 - Most cherish'd since his natal hour, His mother's image in fair face. The infant love of all his race.
Página 29 - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird ; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard...
Página 18 - I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting...
Página 211 - Where the car climbed the Capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site: Chaos of ruins ! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say—' Here was or is,
Página 7 - And this is in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee!
Página 144 - 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...