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... palace , Breathing enchantment o'er the woods , the waters ; And through a bright pavilion , bright as day , Forms such as hers were flitting , lost among Such as of old in sober pomp swept by , Such as adorn the triumphs and the feasts ...
... palace , Breathing enchantment o'er the woods , the waters ; And through a bright pavilion , bright as day , Forms such as hers were flitting , lost among Such as of old in sober pomp swept by , Such as adorn the triumphs and the feasts ...
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... chasing each other ; Horror and Mirth . Both vanished in one hour ! But Ocean only , when again he claims His ancient rule , shall wash away their footsteps . Enter the Palace by the marble stairs Down which the 78 ST . MARK'S PLACE .
... chasing each other ; Horror and Mirth . Both vanished in one hour ! But Ocean only , when again he claims His ancient rule , shall wash away their footsteps . Enter the Palace by the marble stairs Down which the 78 ST . MARK'S PLACE .
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A Poem Samuel Rogers. Enter the Palace by the marble stairs Down which the grizzly head of old FALIERO Rolled from the block . Pass onward through the Chamber , Where , among all drawn in their ducal robes , But one is wanting - where ...
A Poem Samuel Rogers. Enter the Palace by the marble stairs Down which the grizzly head of old FALIERO Rolled from the block . Pass onward through the Chamber , Where , among all drawn in their ducal robes , But one is wanting - where ...
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... Palace , And at a banquet there , served with due honor , Sate representing , in the eyes of all , Eyes not unwet , I ween , with grateful tears , Their lovely ancestors , the Brides of VENICE . XVI . LET us lift up the curtain , and ...
... Palace , And at a banquet there , served with due honor , Sate representing , in the eyes of all , Eyes not unwet , I ween , with grateful tears , Their lovely ancestors , the Brides of VENICE . XVI . LET us lift up the curtain , and ...
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... Palace , His residence for four - and - thirty years , By the same staircase he came up in splendour , The staircase of the Giants . Turning round , When in the court below , he stopt and said , 66 ' My merits brought me hither . I ...
... Palace , His residence for four - and - thirty years , By the same staircase he came up in splendour , The staircase of the Giants . Turning round , When in the court below , he stopt and said , 66 ' My merits brought me hither . I ...
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ancient Apennine ARIOSTO ARQUA awhile beauty beneath Berkeley Berkeley Berkeley Berkeley LIBRARY Bianca Bianca Capello blood Breathing Brides Bucentaur Cagliari CALIFORN CALIFORNIA LIBRARY called CATULLUS chamber church city-gate clime clouds comes COSMO Dante darkness dead delight Doge door drew Eleonora di Toledo entered ere-long Euganean hills eyes Father fear fell fled fling Florence FOSCARI FRANCESCO gaze Ghibelline Gliding glimmering glittering gold Gondolier gone grief Grindelwald hadst hand heard heart Heaven hour Hung la Scala light lived looked MARTIGNY Michael Angelo Milton morning mule narrow night o'er once PADUA Palace passed Petrarch roof round sail sate says seen sigh Singing sitting sleep slept slumber smile soon splendour stood sung thee thine thou thought thro Titian tower turned Twas UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA veil VENICE wall wander waves wert whence winds young
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Page 128 - Her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue. But now the day was come, the day, the hour ; Now, frowning, smiling, for the hundredth time, The nurse, that ancient lady, preached decorum ; And, in the lustre of her youth, she gave Her hand, with her heart in it, to Francesco.
Page 129 - Orsini lived ; and long might'st thou have seen An old man wandering as in quest of something, Something he could not find, he knew not what.
Page 59 - There is a glorious city in the sea; The sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing; and the salt sea-weed 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 51 - Of heaven; and shalt again. The hour shall come, When they who think to bind the ethereal spirit, Who, like the eagle cowering o'er his prey, Watch with quick eye, and strike and strike again If but a sinew vibrate, shall confess Their wisdom folly.
Page 126 - He who observes it, ere he passes on, Gazes his fill, and comes and comes again, That he may call it up when far away. She sits, inclining forward as to speak, Her lips half-open, and her finger up, As though she said, "Beware!
Page 192 - There it was that I found and visited the famous Galileo, grown old, a prisoner to the Inquisition, for thinking in astronomy otherwise than the Franciscan and Dominican licensers thought.
Page 125 - If ever you should come to Modena, (Where among other relics you may see Tassoni's bucket, — but 'tis not the true one,) Stop at a palace near the Reggio-gate, Dwelt in of old. by one of .the Donati. Its noble gardens, terrace above terrace, And rich in fountains, statues, cypresses, Will long detain you ; but, before you go, Enter the house, — forget it not, I pray you, — And look awhile upon a picture there. 'Tis of a lady in her earliest youth...
Page 152 - Gazing with reverent awe — MILTON, his guest, Just then come forth, all life and enterprise ; He in his old age and extremity, Blind, at noon-day exploring with his staff; His eyes upturned as to the golden sun, His eye-balls idly rolling.
Page 67 - O'er the globe they fling Their monstrous shadows ; and, while yet we speak, Phantom-like, vanish with a dreadful scream ! What — but the last that styled themselves the Caesars?
Page 127 - Beware !" Her vest of gold Broidered with flowers, and clasped from head to foot, An emerald stone in every golden clasp ; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowings of an innocent heart — It haunts me still, tho...