Legends of Florence

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Page 238 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath...
Page 122 - THE spirit of Antiquity, enshrined In sumptuous buildings, vocal in sweet song, In picture, speaking with heroic tongue, And with devout solemnities entwined, Mounts to the seat of grace within the mind...
Page 65 - Of outward shows, whose unexperienced shape New modes of passion to its frame may lend; Life is its state of action, and the store Of all events is aggregated there That variegate the eternal universe ; Death is a gate of dreariness and gloom, That leads to azure isles and beaming skies. And happy regions of eternal hope.
Page 245 - Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep; There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish; By a power to thee unknown, Thou canst never be alone ; Thou art wrapt as with a shroud, Thou art...
Page 173 - But this poor little cat Only wanted a rat, To stuff out its own little maw; And it were as good Some people had such food, To make them hold their jaw ! FRAGMENT: OMENS.
Page 20 - THE GOBLIN OF LA VIA DEL CORNO " Oh for one blast of that dread horn, On Fontarabian echoes borne. When Roland brave and Olivier, And every paladin and peer At Roncesvalles died."— Walter Scott. "The Kerrigan who ever wears a horn." THE Via del Corno is a narrow street passing from the Via del Leone. I have found the following story in reference to the origin of its name, which, if not authentic, is at least amusing and original : LA VIA DEL CORNO. "There was in what...
Page 246 - From thy false tears I did distil An essence which hath strength to kill; From thy own heart I then did wring The black blood in its blackest spring; From thy own smile I snatch'd the snake, For there it coil'd as in a brake...
Page 246 - And a magic voice and verse Hath baptized thee with a curse ; And a spirit of the air Hath begirt thee with a snare ; In the wind there is a voice Shall forbid thee to rejoice ; And to thee shall night deny A.11 the quiet of her sky ; And the day shall have a sun, Which shall make thee wish it done.
Page 129 - Surely, nowhere is the rugged, changeless, mountain force of hewn stone piled against the sky, and the luxuriant, dream-like, poetic delicacy of stone carven and shaped into leafage and loveliness, more perfectly blended and made one than where Or San Michele rises out of the dim, many-coloured, twisting streets, in its mass of ebon darkness and of silvery light.
Page 130 - ... true ; Donatello died when he was eighty-three, in the street of the Melon ; and it was he himself who cried, " Speak then — speak ! " to his statue, as it was carried through the city. But whether true or false the tale, this fact is surely true, that it is well — nobly and purely well — with a people, when the men amongst it who ply for hire on its public ways think caressingly of a sculptor dead five hundred years ago, and tell such a tale standing idly in the noonday sun, feeling the...

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