Venice and the poets, ed. and illustr. by S. ThompsonStephen Thompson 1870 |
Common terms and phrases
Albion bark beneath boat-side breast Breathed bridal BRIDES OF VENICE BRIDGE OF SIGHS brow CANAL AND CHURCH CENTRAL PORCH chain CLOUGH crowd Doge dream DUCAL PALACE earth Emperor ENDLESS BEAUTIES CROWNED EUGANEAN HILLS eyes flung gems glory gold gondola GRAND CANAL grief hand heart Heaven hour hues JACOPO FOSCARI kiss land LIBRARY AND SAN Lido's light we go light we move LIONI marble MARIA DELLA SALUTE MARK'S CATHEDRAL MARK'S LIBRARY mask and cloak masque mighty moon moonlight murmur muses night o'er VENICE Ocean ornament PADUA PALACE FOSCARI Past we glide pile porphyry rest Rialto Rising RIVA DEI SCHIAVONI robed roof round salt sea-weed Clings SAN GIORGIA SAN MARIA Scatter the Vision shade shadow sings soft we skim softly STANDS WITH ENDLESS stars stir streams sweet swim temple-porch thee thine thou hast tower VENETIAN AIR voices wall waters waves wings
Popular passages
Page 7 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night; Sunset divides the sky with her; a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be, — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, — Where the Day joins the past Eternity, While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest!
Page 27 - There is a glorious city in the sea; The sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing; and the salt seaweed Clings to the marble of her palaces.
Page 2 - 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, 18 The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy...
Page 45 - With green sea-flowers overgrown Like a rock of Ocean's own, Topples o'er the abandoned sea As the tides change sullenly. The fisher on his watery way, Wandering at the close of day, Will spread his sail and seize his oar Till he pass the gloomy shore, Lest thy dead should, from their sleep Bursting o'er the starlight deep, Lead a rapid masque of death O'er the waters of his path.
Page 11 - Softened with the first breathings of the spring; The high moon sails upon her beauteous way, Serenely smoothing o'er the lofty walls Of those tall piles and sea-girt palaces, Whose porphyry pillars, and whose costly fronts, Fraught with the orient spoil of many marbles, Like altars ranged along the broad canal, Seem each a trophy of some mighty deed Reared up from out the waters...
Page 2 - 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 vanish...
Page 17 - The moth's kiss, first! Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve. How my face, your flower, had pursed Its petals up; so, here and there You brush it, till I grow aware Who wants me, and wide ope I burst.
Page 45 - Sun-girt City, thou hast been Ocean's child, and then his queen; Now is come a darker day, And thou soon must be his prey, If the power that raised thee here Hallow so thy watery bier.
Page 39 - Afloat ; we move. Delicious ! Ah, What else is like the gondola ? This level floor of liquid glass Begins beneath us swift to pass. It goes as though it went alone By some impulsion of its own. (How light it moves, how softly ! Ah, Were all things like the gondola...