The Idler in Italy, Հատոր 2

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Carey & Hart, 1839
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Էջ 77 - Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?
Էջ 98 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery.
Էջ 79 - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore: his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, 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.
Էջ 100 - It will not bear the brightness of the day, Which streams too much on all years, man, have reft away.
Էջ 103 - Simple, erect, severe, austere, sublime — Shrine of all saints and temple of all gods, From Jove to Jesus — spared and blest by time; Looking tranquillity, while falls or nods Arch, empire, each thing round thee, and man plods His way through thorns to ashes — glorious dome ! Shalt thou not last? Time's scythe and tyrants...
Էջ 152 - His heavy limbs on jointed pinions bore, (The first who sail'd in air,) 't is sung by Fame, To the Cumaean coast at length he came, And here alighting, built this costly frame. Inscrib'd to Phoebus, here he hung on high The steerage of his wings, that cut the sky: Then o'er the lofty gate his art emboss'd Androgeos...
Էջ 234 - But hark ! a rich stream of music, silencing all other, is heard, and a golden barge advances; the oars keep time to the music, and each stroke of them sends forth a silvery light;* numerous lamps, attached to the boat, give it at a little distance the appearance of a vast shell of topaz floating on a sea of sapphire.
Էջ 100 - But when the rising moon begins to climb Its topmost arch, and gently pauses there; When the stars twinkle through the loops of time, And the low night-breeze waves along the air The garland-forest, which the gray walls wear, Like laurels on the bald first Caesar's head; When the light shines serene but doth not glare, Then in this magic circle raise the dead: Heroes have trod this spot — 'tis on their dust ye tread. 'While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall...
Էջ 67 - Ricordera'ti anche del Mosca, che dissi — lasso! — ' Capo ha cosa fatta ', che fu '1 mal seme per la gente tosca...
Էջ 120 - The odour of the flowers in the grounds around this pavilion, and the Spanish jasmine and tuberoses that cover the walls, render it one of the most delicious retreats in the world. The walls of all the rooms are literally covered with pictures ; the architraves of the doors of the principal rooms are of oriental alabaster and the rarest marbles ; the tables and consoles are composed of the same costly materials ; and the furniture, though in decadence, bears the traces of its pristine splendour.

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