Cities of Northern and Central Italy: In Venetia, Parma, the Emilia, the Marche, and morthern TuscanyG. Routledge & sons, 1876 |
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2nd Chapel 4th Chapel adorned aisles Alfonso ancient Andrea angels Annunciation Antonio Apostles Aquileja arches artist Baptist beautiful beneath Bishop Bobbio Bologna bronze building built campanile canal Caracci cathedral centre century choir Christ church Cima da Conegliano colour columns contains Correggio cross cupola curious death decorated Doge Domenico door Dosso Dossi Duke entrance façade famous Farnese Ferrara figures Francesco Francesco Francia Francia frescoes front Giovanni Giovanni Bellini Girolamo Gothic grand Guercino Guido Guido Reni High Altar Holy inscription Italian Italy Jacopo Lombard Lorenzo Lorenzo Costa Madonna and Child marble Marco Maria Modena monument mosaics nave Niccolò noble painted painter palace Palazzo Paolo Parma Parmigianino Paul Veronese Piacenza Piazza picture Pietro pillars Pisa Pisano Pope Porta portrait Ravenna relief rich Rimini Sacristy saints sarcophagus sculpture side statue Strada terra-cotta throned Tintoret Tintoretto Titian tomb tower town Transept Venetian Venice Virgin and Child walls
Populāri fragmenti
28. lappuse - WE praise thee, O God; we acknowledge thee to be the Lord. All the earth doth worship thee, the Father everlasting.
3. lappuse - 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...
139. lappuse - 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...
4. lappuse - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers.
4. lappuse - 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...
202. lappuse - LISTEN, listen, Mary mine, To the whisper of the Apennine, It bursts on the roof like the thunder's roar, Or like the sea on a northern shore, Heard in its raging ebb and flow By the captives pent in the cave below. The Apennine in the light of day Is a mighty mountain dim and gray, Which between the earth and sky doth lay ; But when night comes, a chaos dread On the dim starlight then is spread, And the Apennine walks abroad with the storm.
345. lappuse - Lasciasser d' operare ogni lor arte ; Ma con piena letizia 1" ore prime, Cantando, ricevean intra le foglie, Che tenevan bordone alle sue rime, Tal, qual di ramo in ramo si raccoglie Per la pineta, in sul lito di Chiassi, Quand' Eolo Scirocco fuor discioglie.
68. lappuse - 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.
83. lappuse - 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...
442. lappuse - Queen of the western waves, Where ride Massilia's triremes Heavy with fair-haired slaves ; From where sweet Clanis wanders Through corn and vines and flowers; From where Cortona lifts to heaven Her diadem of towers.