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... classic and heroic recollection , by hurrying too rapidly over Italian ground . What eye but still loves to linger upon that land of the south -- its sky , its waters , its ---- vi olive groves , its sunny hills , covered with.
... classic and heroic recollection , by hurrying too rapidly over Italian ground . What eye but still loves to linger upon that land of the south -- its sky , its waters , its ---- vi olive groves , its sunny hills , covered with.
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Thomas Roscoe. vi olive groves , its sunny hills , covered with vines and flowers ; and still more , its monuments of past and mightier ages - wonders of art no longer to be equalled - fragments of an older and greater world ! Or where ...
Thomas Roscoe. vi olive groves , its sunny hills , covered with vines and flowers ; and still more , its monuments of past and mightier ages - wonders of art no longer to be equalled - fragments of an older and greater world ! Or where ...
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... hills almost as far as Rimini . In this retreat , attended only by a single servant , they passed their time in the most secluded manner , seldom even appearing in the open air until the shadows of evening had begun to descend . 112 THE ...
... hills almost as far as Rimini . In this retreat , attended only by a single servant , they passed their time in the most secluded manner , seldom even appearing in the open air until the shadows of evening had begun to descend . 112 THE ...
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... hills , that of the Vatican was the most celebrated in the earliest annals of the church . It was on its brow that the first martyrs poured out their blood in testimony of the truth , and the sumptuous edifice , raised over the spots ...
... hills , that of the Vatican was the most celebrated in the earliest annals of the church . It was on its brow that the first martyrs poured out their blood in testimony of the truth , and the sumptuous edifice , raised over the spots ...
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... hills , amid which the Latin muse made her favourite retreat . To the south rises the Alban mount , now Mount Cavo ... hills and the Apennines , the former adorned with the lovely villas of Tivoli and Palestrina ; while between these and ...
... hills , amid which the Latin muse made her favourite retreat . To the south rises the Alban mount , now Mount Cavo ... hills and the Apennines , the former adorned with the lovely villas of Tivoli and Palestrina ; while between these and ...
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Page 205 - All murder'd ; for within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable...
Page 180 - But at the distance of twenty-five years, I can neither forget nor express the strong emotions which agitated my mind as I first approached and entered the eternal city. After a sleepless night, I trod, with a lofty step, the ruins of the Forum ; each memorable spot where Romulus stood, or Tully spoke, or Caesar fell, was at once present to my eye ; and several days of intoxication were lost or enjoyed before I could descend to a cool and minute investigation.
Page 77 - 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...
Page 102 - In that temple-porch (The brass is gone, the porphyry remains,) Did BARBAROSSA fling his mantle off, And, kneeling, on his neck receive the foot Of the proud Pontiff — thus at last consoled For flight, disguise, and many an aguish shake On his stone pillow.
Page 81 - Sweet hour of twilight! — in the solitude Of the pine forest, and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood, Rooted where once the Adrian wave flow'd o'er, To where the last Caesarean fortress stood, Evergreen forest!
Page 18 - The Suabian sued, and now the Austrian reigns—- An Emperor tramples where an Emperor knelt ; Kingdoms are shrunk to provinces, and chains Clank over sceptred cities ; nations melt From power's high pinnacle, when they have felt The sunshine for awhile, and downward go Like lauwine loosen'd from the mountain's belt ; Oh for one hour of blind old Dandolo ! Th' octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe.
Page 67 - 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. No track of men, no footsteps to and fro, Lead to her gates! The path lies o'er the sea, Invisible: and from the land we went, As to a floating city — steering in, And gliding up her streets, as in a dream...
Page 205 - Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends : subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king ? Car.
Page 154 - Enter: its grandeur overwhelms thee not; And why? it is not lessen'd; but thy mind, Expanded by the genius of the spot, Has grown colossal, and can only find A fit abode wherein appear enshrined Thy hopes of immortality; and thou Shalt one day, if found worthy, so defined, See thy God face to face, as thou dost now His Holy of Holies, nor be blasted by his brow.
Page 16 - Before St. Mark still glow his steeds of brass, Their gilded collars glittering in the sun ; But is not Doria's menace come to pass ? Are they not bridled...