In Venetia, Parma, the Emilia, the Marche, and morthern TuscanyG. Routledge & sons, 1876 |
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الصفحة 28 - WE praise thee, O God; we acknowledge thee to be the Lord. All the earth doth worship thee, the Father everlasting.
الصفحة 4 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
الصفحة 139 - Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest child of liberty. She was a maiden city, bright and free ; No guile seduced, no force could violate ; And, when she took unto herself a mate, She must espouse the everlasting sea. And what if she had seen those glories fade, Those titles vanish, and that strength decay ; Yet shall some tribute of regret be paid When her long life hath reached its final day : Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed...
الصفحة 4 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear, Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die: Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, 18 The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy...
الصفحة 469 - There is no dew on the dry grass to-night, Nor damp within the shadow of the trees ; The wind is intermitting, dry, and light; And in the inconstant motion of the breeze The dust and straws are driven up and down, And whirled about the pavement of the town Within the surface of the fleeting river The wrinkled image of the city lay, Immovably unquiet, and for ever It trembles, but it never fades away ; Go to the [ ] You, being changed, will find it then as now.
الصفحة 68 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug ; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own.
الصفحة 83 - Enter ye in at the strait gate : for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat : because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, that leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it...
الصفحة 472 - Tutto quel giorno nè la notte appresso, 1nfin che l' altro sol nel mondo uscio. Come uu poco di raggio si fu messo Nel doloroso carcere, ed io scorsi Per quattro visi il mio aspetto stesso ; Ambo le mani per dolor mi morsi : E quei pensando ch...
الصفحة 14 - Soldi 28'32," the Madonna is in great glory, enthroned above ten or a dozen large red casks of three-year-old vintage, and flanked by goodly ranks of bottles of Maraschino, and two crimson lamps; and for the evening, when the gondoliers will come to drink out, under her auspices, the money they have gained during the day, she will have a whole chandelier.
الصفحة 472 - Che furo all' osso, come d' un can, forti. Ahi Pisa, vituperio delle genti Del bel paese là, dove il sì suona; Poi che i vicini a te punir son lenti, Muovasi la Capraia e la Gorgona, E faccian siepe ad Arno in su la foce, Sì ch' egli annieghi in te ogni persona. Chè se il Conte Ugolino aveva voce D' aver tradita te delle castella, Non dovei tu i fìgliuoi porre a tal croce.