The classic and connoisseur in Italy and Sicily, with an appendix containing an abridged tr. of Lanzi's Storia pittorica, Հատոր 3

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Էջ 41 - A few in fear, Flying away from him whose boast it was That the grass grew not where his horse had trod, Gave birth to Venice. Like the waterfowl, They built their nests among the...
Էջ 18 - A towery crown her hoary temples bound, And her torn tresses rudely hung around : Her naked arms uplifted ere she spoke, Then groaning, thus the mournful silence broke : " Presumptuous men ! O, whither do you run ? O, whither bear ye these mine ensigns on?
Էջ 115 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows, richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Էջ 53 - Were all kinds of buffoonery and dress ; (1) [An English abbreviation. Rialto is the name, not of the bridge, but of the island from which it is called ; and the Venetians say, il ponte di Rialto, as we say Westminster Bridge. In that island is the Exchange ; and I have often walked there as on classic ground. In the days of Antonio and Bassanio it was second to none.
Էջ 97 - His palaces here, even those which remain unfinished, display a taste chastened by the study of ancient art. Their beauty originates in the design, and is never superinduced by ornament* Their elevations enchant you , not by the length and altitude , nor by the materials and sculpture, but by the Consummate felicity of their proportions , by the harmonious distribution of solid and void , by that happy. something between flat...
Էջ 16 - I look for streams immortaliz'd in song, That lost in silence and oblivion lie, (Dumb are their fountains and their channels dry) Yet run for ever by the Muses' skill, And in the smooth description murmur still.
Էջ 67 - Entering the closet and the sanctuary, No place of refuge for the Doge himself; Most present when least thought of — nothing dropt In secret, when the heart was on the lips, Nothing in feverish sleep, but instantly Observed and judged...
Էջ 25 - O è preparazion, che nell' abisso Del tuo consiglio fai, per alcun bene, In tutto dall' accorger nostro scisso? Chè le terre d' Italia tutte piene Son di tiranni, ed un Marcel diventa Ogni villan che parteggiando viene.
Էջ 45 - ... 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, So smoothly, silently — by many a dome, Mosque-like, and many a stately portico, The statues ranged along an azure sky; By many a pile in more than Eastern pride, Of old the residence of merchant-kings ; The fronts of some, though Time had shattered them. Still glowing with the richest hues of art, As though the wealth within...
Էջ 44 - Le silence est profond dans cette ville dont les rues sont des canaux, et le bruit des rames est l'unique interruption à ce silence ; ce n'est pas la campagne, puisqu'on n'y voit pas un arbre ; ce n'est pas la ville, puisqu'on n'y entend pas le moindre mouvement ; ce n'est pas même un vaisseau, puisqu'on n'avance pas : c'est une demeure dont l'orage fait une prison ; car il ya des moments où l'on ne peut sortir ni de la ville ni de chez soi.

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