Memoirs of the Dukes of Urbino: Illustrating the Arms, Arts, and Literature of Italy, from 1440-1630, Volume 2Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1851 - Art, Renaissance |
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artists ascribed beauty Bembo Bologna Borgia Bramante Cagli Cardinal Castiglione century Cesare Cesare Borgia CHAPTER character Christian art church classic compositions Corteggiano cotemporary court death devotional ducats Duchess duchy Duke Federigo Duke Guidobaldo Duke of Urbino Duke's early executed Fabriano faith father favour favourite Federigo Fregoso Ferrara Florence Florentine Francesco Maria Fregoso French frescoes genius Gentile Gentile da Fabriano Giovanni della Rovere Giovanni Sanzi Giuliano Gonfaloniere grace Gubbio Guidobaldo hand Holiness honour influence Italian Italy Julius Lady Latin Leo X letters literary Lord Madonna manner master Medici ment merit Michael Angelo MONTEFELTRO nature nephew Orsini Ottaviano pagan painters painting palace papal Passavant pencil Perugia Perugino Pesaro picture Pietro della Francesca Pontiff Pope portrait Prefect princes pupil Raffaele Raffaele's religious Romagna Rome Rovere scarcely Siena Sinigaglia Sixtus sovereign spirit style talent taste theme Timoteo tion Umbrian Valentino Vasari Vatican Venetian Venice whilst
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Page 83 - And put it to the foil : but you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best.
Page 85 - I rest my only hope at last, And think, when thou hast dried the bitter tear That flows in vain o'er all my soul held dear, I may look back on every sorrow past, And meet life's peaceful evening with a smile: As some lone bird, at day's departing hour, Sings in the sunbeam, of the transient shower Forgetful, though its wings are wet the while: — Yet ah! how much must that poor heart endure, Which hopes from thee, and thee alone, a cure!
Page 144 - Queen embalmed and enclosed in lead, over it, he says, was her Image in her Parliament robes, with a crown on her head and a sceptre in her hand, all exquisitely framed to resemble the life.
Page 375 - twas a famous victory. "My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly: So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.
Page 375 - They say it was a shocking sight after the field was won; for many thousand bodies here lay rotting in the sun; but things like that, you know, must be after a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, and our good Prince Eugene. "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "it was a famous victory.
Page 39 - ... whence we have taken the verses just quoted. He does not lament the loss of innocence and simplicity alone, but also of the refined luxury, the courtesy, the chivalrous spirit of gallantry and love, and the tone of high breeding in society, which in Italy, it seems, were then beginning to disappear. The ladies and the knights, the toils and ease That witched us into love and courtesy.
Page 162 - an infant's head with a pair of duck's wings under its chin, supposed always to be flying about and singing psalms.
Page 20 - Let greatness of her glassy sceptres vaunt, " Not sceptres, no, but reeds, soon bruis'd, soon broken; " And let this worldly pomp our wits enchant, " All fades, and scarcely leaves behind a token. " Those golden palaces, those gorgeous halls, " With furniture superfluously fair, " Those stately courts, those sky-encount'ring walls, " Evanish all, like vapours in the air.
Page 57 - And throned immortal by his side, A woman sits with eye sublime, Aspasia, all his spirit's bride ; but, if their solemn love were crime, Pity the beauty and the sage, Their crime was in their darkened age. He perished, but his wreath was won ; He perished in his height of fame : Then sunk the cloud on Athens' sun, Yet still she conquered in his name.
Page 169 - Amid the wrangling schools - a Spirit hung, Beautiful region! o'er thy towns and farms, Statues and temples, and memorial tombs; And emanations were perceived; and acts Of immortality, in Nature's course, Exemplified by mysteries, that were felt...