Letters from ItalyBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 224 pages |
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... till the whole could be issued in a volume . The first number em- braced only Genoa and a portion of Naples - the least interest- ing part of Italy . Rome , Florence , Milan , the provinces , etc. , are included in the remainder ...
... till the whole could be issued in a volume . The first number em- braced only Genoa and a portion of Naples - the least interest- ing part of Italy . Rome , Florence , Milan , the provinces , etc. , are included in the remainder ...
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... till the ship could be put about and the boat lowered . The first mate , a bold , fiery fellow , leaped into the boat that hung at the side of the quarter deck , and in a voice so sharp and stern I seem to hear it yet , shouted , “ in ...
... till the ship could be put about and the boat lowered . The first mate , a bold , fiery fellow , leaped into the boat that hung at the side of the quarter deck , and in a voice so sharp and stern I seem to hear it yet , shouted , “ in ...
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... till the waves gleamed and sparkled as if just awakened to life and hope . The moon never looked so lovely before ; it seemed to have come out in the heavens on purpose to bless and to cheer us . In a few days more we made the Azores ...
... till the waves gleamed and sparkled as if just awakened to life and hope . The moon never looked so lovely before ; it seemed to have come out in the heavens on purpose to bless and to cheer us . In a few days more we made the Azores ...
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... till , with the mountains of Piedmont on our left , we slowly passed up the gulf of Genoa . One morning found us within a few miles of the city , and the approach to it fully sustained the character it had borne . The rising sun gilded ...
... till , with the mountains of Piedmont on our left , we slowly passed up the gulf of Genoa . One morning found us within a few miles of the city , and the approach to it fully sustained the character it had borne . The rising sun gilded ...
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... till a sea of summits flowed along the distant sky . At the base was Genoa , la superba , ' throned like a queen upon her hills and looking down upon the sea . The city lies in the form of a half circle , and rises away from the shore ...
... till a sea of summits flowed along the distant sky . At the base was Genoa , la superba , ' throned like a queen upon her hills and looking down upon the sea . The city lies in the form of a half circle , and rises away from the shore ...
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Alpine Alps amid Appian arches army artists ascend avalanches awful beautiful bosom Byron C¿sars carriage castle church Civita Vecchia cloud Coliseum column dark DEAR E.-I deep descended distant English entered face feelings feet fell Florence gazed Genoa glaciers glorious Goldau half hand head heard heart heavens hill Holy Week horses hour Italian Italy Koenigsfelden lady lake Lake Lucerne land laugh length LETTER look magnificent marble miles Mont Blanc morning mountain Naples never night noble palace passed pasturages path Peter's Pompeii Pope precipice priest quiet Rhine roar rocks rolled Roman Forum Rome ruins scene scenery scoria seemed shore side silent snow stands stood storm strange streets strolled suddenly summit Suwarrow sweet Swiss Switzerland Terni thing thought thunder Tiber traveller turned valley Vesuvius walk wall whole wild wind wonder
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Page 26 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Page 131 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 112 - And there they stand, as stands a lofty mind, Worn, but unstooping to the baser crowd, All tenantless, save to the crannying wind, Or holding dark communion with the cloud.
Page 124 - The castled crag of Drachenfels("> Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me ! 2.
Page 183 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice ; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss ; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
Page 29 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction : once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Page 116 - The negligently grand, the fruitful bloom Of coming ripeness, the white city's sheen, The rolling stream, the precipice's gloom, The forest's growth, and Gothic walls between, The wild rocks shaped as they had turrets been, In mockery of man's art...
Page 149 - Were with his heart, and that was far away. He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday!
Page 143 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Page 145 - This grave contains all that was mortal of a young English poet, who, on his death-bed, in the bitterness of his heart at the malicious power of his enemies, desired these words to be engraven on his tombstone : " Here lies one whose name was writ in water...