The Idler in Italy, Volumen 3H. Colburn, 1840 |
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... crown , and her neck and robe were plentifully ornamented with precious stones . She holds an image of the infant Jesus , and a globe . The face is of an Ethiopian hue , and looks like that of some Eastern idol adorned with barbaric ...
... crown , and her neck and robe were plentifully ornamented with precious stones . She holds an image of the infant Jesus , and a globe . The face is of an Ethiopian hue , and looks like that of some Eastern idol adorned with barbaric ...
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... crowns , have been provided for her . Nor have her less elevated devotees been sparing of presents , for many were the costly gifts shown to us , offered up at this shrine within the last few years . The list of the treasures once ...
... crowns , have been provided for her . Nor have her less elevated devotees been sparing of presents , for many were the costly gifts shown to us , offered up at this shrine within the last few years . The list of the treasures once ...
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... crowns yearly , -no illiberal provision for sustaining her dignity ; and her cellars were kept amply stocked with wines of the most superior quality . Indeed , so large was the supply , that it might have led people to imagine that ...
... crowns yearly , -no illiberal provision for sustaining her dignity ; and her cellars were kept amply stocked with wines of the most superior quality . Indeed , so large was the supply , that it might have led people to imagine that ...
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... crowns and sandalled feet , who are seen passing and re - passing . The inn is execrable , and breathes not of Araby the blest , but is impregnated with the mingled odours of cheese , garlic , and cigars . We saw the tomb of Ariosto ...
... crowns and sandalled feet , who are seen passing and re - passing . The inn is execrable , and breathes not of Araby the blest , but is impregnated with the mingled odours of cheese , garlic , and cigars . We saw the tomb of Ariosto ...
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... crown . Well may they be styled the steeds of victory , for they have been for centuries the prize of the victor . Augustus seized them by right of conquest , after the defeat of Antony , removed them from Alexandria , and placed them ...
... crown . Well may they be styled the steeds of victory , for they have been for centuries the prize of the victor . Augustus seized them by right of conquest , after the defeat of Antony , removed them from Alexandria , and placed them ...
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Página 8 - ... 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.
Página 124 - 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.
Página 8 - 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...
Página 213 - 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.
Página 174 - 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!
Página 125 - 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...
Página 124 - I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand...
Página 124 - 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!
Página 124 - 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.
Página 82 - 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.