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Page 73 - In Santa Croce's holy precincts lie Ashes which make it holier, dust which is Even in itself an immortality, Though there were nothing save the past, and this, The particle of those sublimities Which have relapsed to chaos : — here repose Angelo's, Alfieri's bones, and his, The starry Galileo, with his woes ; Here Machiavelli's earth, returned to whence it rose.
Page 213 - So on he fares, and to the border comes Of Eden, where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green, As with a rural mound, the champaign head Of a steep wilderness, whose hairy sides With thicket overgrown, grotesque and wild, Access denied...
Page 214 - Insuperable height of loftiest shade, Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm, A sylvan scene; and as the ranks ascend Shade above shade, a woody theatre Of stateliest view.
Page 127 - Sì poco il verde in su la cima dura, Se non è giunta dall'etadi grosse. Credette Cimabue, nella pintura, Tener lo campo; ed ora ha Giotto il grido, SI che la fama di colui oscura.
Page 26 - There, too, the Goddess loves in stone, and fills * The air around with beauty ; we inhale The ambrosial aspect, which, beheld, instils Part of its immortality ; the veil Of heaven is half undrawn ; within the pale We stand, and in that form and face behold What mind can make, when Nature's self would And to the fond idolaters of old [fail ; Envy the innate flash which such a soul could mould : L.
Page 186 - In a villa overhanging the towers of Florence, on the steep slope of that lofty hill crowned by the mother city the ancient Fiesole, in gardens which Tully might have envied, with Ficino, Landino and Politian at his side, he delighted his hours of leisure with the beautiful visions of Platonic philosophy, for which the summer stillness of an Italian sky appears the most congenial accompaniment.
Page 138 - Ed io a lui : Io mi son un che, quando Amore spira, noto, ed a quel modo Che detta dentro, vo significando. O frate, issa vegg...
Page 87 - For sovereign hope, which in his help he had : Right faithful true he was in deed and word ; But of his cheer did seem too solemn sad : Yet nothing did he dread, but ever was ydrad.
Page 29 - ON THE MEDUSA OF LEONARDO DA VINCI, IN THE FLORENTINE GALLERY. I. IT lieth, gazing on the midnight sky, Upon the cloudy mountain peak supine ; Below, far lands are seen tremblingly ; Its horror and its beauty are divine. Upon its lips and eyelids seems to lie Loveliness like a shadow, from which shine, Fiery and lurid, struggling underneath, The agonies of anguish and of death.
Page 112 - Nor then forget that Chamber of the Dead, Where the gigantic shapes of Night and Day, Turned into stone, rest everlastingly; • Yet still are breathing, and shed round at noon A two-fold influence — only to be felt — A light, a darkness, mingling each with each ; Both and yet neither. There, from age to age, Two Ghosts are sitting on their sepulchres. That is the Duke LORENZO. Mark him well. He meditates, his head upon his hand. What from beneath his helm-like bonnet scowls ? Is it a face, or...