A Winter in Italy, in a Series of Letters to a Friend, Volume 2

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H. Colburn, 1844 - Italy
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Page 179 - Thou shalt tread upon the lion and the adder: the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet.
Page 79 - Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Page 311 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 82 - But hark ! what solemn strains from Arno's vales Breathe raptures wafted on the Tuscan gales ! LORENZO rears again his awful head, And feels his ancient glories round him spread ; The Muses starting from their trance revive, And at their ROSCOE'S bidding wake and live.
Page 205 - I hardly remember to have seene the same piece twice expos'd ; to this add the perfumes, apothecaries shops, and the innumerable cages of nightingales which they keepe, that entertaine you with their melody from shop to shop, so that shutting your eyes you would imagine yourselfe in the country, when indeede you are in the middle of the Sea.
Page 71 - 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 return'd to whence it rose.
Page 250 - ... of the Grand Canal lapping against the marble steps, and a number of gondolas, like a row of black hearses, drawn up against them. Into one of these you step, and noiselessly, ghastlily, without apparent motion, you float off into the green water. ' Let me this gondola boat compare to a slumbrous cradle, And to a spacious bier liken the cover demure ; Thus on the open canal through life we are swaying and swimming Onward with never a care, coffin and cradle between.
Page 183 - The Bucentaur lies rotting unrestored, Neglected garment of her widowhood! St Mark yet sees his lion where he stood Stand, but in mockery of his...
Page 7 - For this tide of man's life, after it once turneth and declineth, ever runneth with a perpetual ebb and falling stream, but never floweth again: our leaf once fallen, springeth no more; neither doth the sun or the summer adorn us again, with the garments of new leaves and flowers.
Page 220 - On the 4th of September in that year, he wrote to the senate, " I wish, with the good-will of our Saviour and of the Evangelist himself, to make St. Mark heir of my library." His chief stipulations were, that the books should neither be sold nor dispersed, and that a building should be provided in which they might be secure against fire and the weather. The great council gladly accepted this liberal donation, and addressed...

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