He melts away into the Heaven of Heavens ;
Himself alone revealed, all lesser things
As though they were not and had never been!

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never to be named,

See the Odyssey, lib. xix. v. 597. and lib. xxiii. v.

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ST. BRUNO'S once

The Grande Chartreuse. It was indebted for its foundation to a miracle; as every guest may learn there from a little book that lies on the table in his cell, the cell allotted to him by the fathers.

"In this year the Canon died, and, as all believed, in the odour of sanctity: for who in his life had been so holy, in his death so happy? But false are the judg ments of men, as the event sheweth. For when the hour of his funeral had arrived, when the mourners had entered the church, the bearers set down the bier, and every voice was lifted up in the Miserere, suddenly, and as none knew how, the lights were extinguished, the anthem stopt! A darkness succeeded, a silence as of the grave; and these words came in sorrowful accents from the lips of the dead. 'I am summoned before a Just God! A Just God judgeth me! condemned by a Just God!""

I am

"In the church," says the legend, "there stood a

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young man with his hands clasped in prayer, who from that time resolved to withdraw into the desert. It was he whom we now invoke as St. Bruno.

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Glided along those aisles interminable,

Ils ont la même longueur que l'église de Saint-Pierre de Rome, et ils renferment quatre cents cellules.

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that house so rich of old,

So courteous,

The words of Ariosto.

una badia

Ricca―e cortesa a chiunque vi venia.

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He was nor dull nor contradictory,

Not that I felt the confidence of Erasmus, when, on his way from Paris to Turin, he encountered the dangers of Mont Cenis in 1507; when, regardless of torrent and precipice, he versified as he went; composing a poem on horseback, and writing it down at intervals as he sat in the saddle †—an example, I imagine, followed by few.

Much indeed of Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, as the

* Carmen equestre, vel potius Alpestre.'-ERASMUS.
† 'Notans in chartâ super sellam.'—Idem.

Author assured me, was conceived and executed in like manner on his journey through Greece; but the work was performed in less unfavourable circumstances; for, if his fits of inspiration were stronger, he travelled on surer ground.

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And gathered from above, below, around,

The Author of Lalla Rookh, a Poet of such singular felicity as to give a lustre to all he touches, has written a song on this subject, called the Crystal-hunters.

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I love to sail along the LARIAN Lake

Originally thus:

I love to sail along the LARIAN Lake

Under the shore-though not, where'er he dwelt,
To visit PLINY-not, where'er he dwelt,
Whate'er his humour; for from cliff to cliff,
From glade to glade, adorning as he went,
He moved at pleasure, many a marble porch,
Dorian, Corinthian, rising at his call.

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My omelet, and a flagon of hill-wine,

Originally thus :

My omelet, and a trout, that, as the sun
Shot his last ray through Zanga's leafy grove,

Leaped at a golden fly, had happily

Fled from all eyes;

Zanga is the name of a beautiful villa near Bergamo, in which Tasso finished his Tragedy of Torrismondo. It still belongs to his family.

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Bartering my bread and salt for empty praise. After line 9, in the MS.

That evening, tended on with verse and song,
I closed my eyes in heaven, but not to sleep;
A Columbine, my nearest neighbour there,
In her great bounty, at the midnight-hour
Bestowing on the world two Harlequins.

Chapelle and Bachaumont fared no better at Salon, ́à cause d'une comédienne, qui s'avisa d'accoucher de deux petits comédiens."

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And shall I sup where JULIET at the Masque Originally thus:

And shall I sup where JULIET at the Masque First saw and loved, and now, by him who came That night a stranger, sleeps from age to age? An old Palace of the Cappelletti, with its uncouth balcony and irregular windows, is still standing in a lane near the Market-place; and what Englishman can behold it with indifference?

When we enter Verona, we forget ourselves and are almost inclined to say with Dante,

"Vieni a veder Montecchi, e Cappelletti."

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Such questions hourly do I ask myself;

It has been observed that in Italy the memory sees more than the eye. Scarcely a stone is turned up that has not some historical association, ancient or modern; that may not be said to have gold under it.

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'To Ferrara'

Fallen as she is, she is still, as in the days of Tassoni,

"La gran donna del Po."

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Would they had loved thee less or feared thee more

From the sonnet of Filicaja," Italia! Italia!" &c.

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Twice hast thou lived already;

Twice shone among the nations of the world,

All our travellers, from Addison downward, have diligently explored the monuments of her former exist