The Idler in Italy, Том 3H. Colburn, 1840 |
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... beautiful Villa Palatina , were those which I spent there last evening . Our kind and amiable friend its owner , Mr. Mills , insisted that our last dinner at Rome should be partaken of beneath his roof , and collected some of the ...
... beautiful Villa Palatina , were those which I spent there last evening . Our kind and amiable friend its owner , Mr. Mills , insisted that our last dinner at Rome should be partaken of beneath his roof , and collected some of the ...
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... the young will have lost the charms of * Mrs. Dodwell is an Italian , and universally considered to be one of the most beautiful women of our time . youth , their dimples having undergone the fearful metamorphosis of B 2 ROME . 8.
... the young will have lost the charms of * Mrs. Dodwell is an Italian , and universally considered to be one of the most beautiful women of our time . youth , their dimples having undergone the fearful metamorphosis of B 2 ROME . 8.
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... : -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 , Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge , From side 8 TERNI .
... : -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 , Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge , From side 8 TERNI .
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Marguerite Countess of Blessington. Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge , From side to side , beneath the glittering morn , An Iris sits , amidst the infernal surge , Like Hope upon a death - bed , and , unworn Its steady dyes , while ...
Marguerite Countess of Blessington. Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge , From side to side , beneath the glittering morn , An Iris sits , amidst the infernal surge , Like Hope upon a death - bed , and , unworn Its steady dyes , while ...
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... beautiful as an object , and more agree- able as a refrigeration , than in our colder clime , where , even in the midst of summer , a certain dampness is felt . The prismatic colours with which the showers of the cascade are invested by ...
... beautiful as an object , and more agree- able as a refrigeration , than in our colder clime , where , even in the midst of summer , a certain dampness is felt . The prismatic colours with which the showers of the cascade are invested by ...
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 124 - I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand...
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.