Italy, a Poem

AMALFI ancient Arlecchino beauty blood Boccaccio BOLOGNA breathed Bucentaur called church CIMABUE City cliff clouds comes cried darkness dead delight Doge door dream drew dusk till dawn ELEONORA DI TOLEDO entered ere long eyes father fear fell fled Florence foot gates gazed GENOA glimmering gold golden vales Gondolier gone Goodall grove hadst hand heard heart Heaven holy hour hung Italy La Scala length light lived look MARCOLINI night noblest numbered o'er once PADUA palaces passed Petrarch pleasure ROME rose round sacred sail seen sigh silent Singing sitting sleep smile song soon soul splendour stir stood Stothard stranger sung temple thee thine things thou art thou hast thro Titian tomb tower traveller turned Twas twelve tables Vasari VENICE verse VIRGIL voice walls wander waves whence wild young youth