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Seite 12 - Before St. Mark still glow his steeds of brass, Their gilded collars glittering in the sun ; But is not Doria's menace come to pass? Are they
Seite 12 - 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, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
Seite 9 - In that temple-porch, Old as he was, so near his hundredth year, And blind, — his eyes put out, — did Dandolo Stand forth, displaying on his crown the cross. There did he stand, erect, invincible, Though wan his cheeks, and wet with many tears, For in his prayers he had been weeping much; And now the pilgrims and the people wept With admiration, saying in their hearts, " Surely those aged limbs have need of rest!
Seite 7 - There is a glorious city in the sea; The sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing; and the salt seaweed 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...
Seite 9 - There burning suns beat unrelentingly, Turning all things to dust, and scorching up The brain, till Reason fled, and the wild yell And wilder laugh, burst out on every side, Answering each other as in mockery ! — Few Houses of the size were better filled ; Though many came and left it in an hour.
Seite 8 - ... gentle-mannered Adriatic, the waveless Adriatic. One by one rose steeple, tower, and dome, street and marble palace. They rose to our eyes slowly, as from the weedy deeps ; and then they and their images wavered and floated, like a dream, upon the pale, sunny sea. As we glided onward from Fusina in our gondola, the beautiful buildings, with their strange eastern architecture, seemed, like fairy ships, to totter, to steady themselves and come to anchor one by one ; and where the shadow was, and...
Seite 8 - ... and where the palace was, you scarce could tell. And there was San Marco, and there the Ducal Palace, and there the Bridge of Sighs, and the very shades of the Balbi, Foscari, Pisani, Bembi, seemed to hover about the Winged Lion of St. Mark. And all this, all, to the right and left, all was Venice ; and it needed the sharp grating of the gondola against the stair to bid us be sure it was not all a dream. We spent the evening in a gondola, shooting over the blue canals of this enchanted city....