...poet struck me forcibly in viewing this vast concourse of buildings : " Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear ; Those days arc gone, but beauty still ii here. States foil and fade, but nature does not die, Nor yet forget how...

...poet struck me forcibly in viewing this vast concourse of buildings : " Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear; Those days are goue, but beauty still is here. States fall and fade, but nature does Dot die, Nor yet forget how Venice...

...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...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 storyj and her long array...

...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...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...

...At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers : And such she was; but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade,...pleasant place of all festivity. The revel of the earth, the masquerade of Italy ! Childe Harold. Who would not praise Patricio's high desert. His hand...

...Tasso's echoes are no more, (3) And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to t of the mind, The waste of feelings unemploy'd. f Who would be doom'd to gaze earth, the masque of Italy! (1) See Historical Not«, at the end of this Canto, No. I. —LE. (2) An...

...Venice Tassors 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...States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Xor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth,...

...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...States fall, arts fade — but nature doth not die, Not yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth,...

...Tasso's echoes are no more, ' And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces arc crumbling to earth, the masque of Italy ! turritam telluris imaginero medio Océano figiiratam к pota* | inspicere."...

...is this wisdom r .... or is it in truth good taste or healthy sentiment ? Byron indeed says — -' " but beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die." This, if I may venture to say so, is not happy .... for if there be a spot upon God's lovely earth...