The hunter meets her in his hunting-track; VENICE. THERE is a glorious City in the Sea. Of old the residence of merchant-kings; The fronts of some, though Time had shattered ther Still glowing with the richest hues of art, As though the wealth within them had run o'er. Thither I came, and in a wondrous Ark, (That, long before we slipt our cable, rang As with the voices of all living things,) From PADUA, where the stars are, night by night, 1 An old huntsman of the family met her in the haze of the morning, and went out again. She is still known by the name of Madonna Bianca. TALY. In his hunting-track; eath, starting, exclaims name she bore of old), Watched from the top of an old dungeon-tower, The forms of Guilt and Fear; tho' some were there Some who, like him, had cried, "Spill blood enough y in the Sea. the narrow streets, d the salt sea-weed her palaces. steps to and fro, path lies o'er the Sea, nd we went ring in, as in a dream, nany a dome, ately portico, azure sky; Eastern pride, hant-kings; ime had shattered them, ues of art, em had run o'er. drous Ark, able, rang ings,) night by night, of the morning, and never onna Bianca. And could shake long at shadows. They had played 1 Now an observatory. On the wall there is a long inscription: "Piis ca adspergite lacrymis," &c. Ezzelino is seen by Dante in the river of blood. 2 Bonatti was the great astrologer of that day; and all the little princes contended for him. It was from the top of the tower of Forli that he g signals to Guido Novello. At the first touch of a bell the Count put on his a at the second he mounted his horse, and at the third marched out to battle victories were ascribed to Bonatti; and not perhaps without reason. How triumphs were due to the soothsayers of old Rome! Careless and full of mirth; to-morrow a day And mark their Poet-with what emphasis He prompts the young Soubrette, conning her part! As if in search of subjects for his wit, His satire; and as often whispering mirth; to-morrow a day -'Tis the Prima Donna, an old macaw, th what emphasis ubrette, conning her part! and he raps his box, for his wit, hispering ot unimaginable. E (when thou hast done, ke PROSPERO's staff, e earth), -Now I cannot. the slave ; n extremes; Fly won, un souffleur, un machiniste, un hiens, des chats, des singes, des tion pour les soubrettes m'arrêta Flying away from him whose boast it was 1 A vast Metropolis, with glistering spires, A scene of light and glory, a dominion, 2 "I love," says a traveller, "to contemplate, as I float along, that mul palaces and churches, which are congregated and pressed as on a vast raft. who can forget his walk through the Merceria, where the nightingales their melody from shop to shop, so that, shutting your eyes, you would thi self in some forest-glade, when indeed you are all the while in the midd sea? Who can forget his prospect from the great tower, which once, wh and when the sun struck upon it, was to be descried by ships afar off; or hi St. Mark's Church, where you see nothing, tread on nothing, but what is p the floor all agate, jasper; the roof mosaic; the aisle hung with the banne subject cities; the front and its five domes affecting you as the work of s known people? Yet all this may presently pass away; the waters may cl it; and they that come row about in vain to determine exactly where it st 3 "Il fallut subsister; ils tirèrent leur subsistance de tout l'univers."-M QUIEU. In CAIRO, or without the eastern gate, Treasures from climes unknown, he asked and learn To those black forests, where, through many an age Night without day, no axe the silence broke, When the Venetian to their eyes disclosed The wonders of the East! Well might they then 1 A caravan. |