...illuminated and gaily occupied Piazza of St. Marco, — to feel with him of whom I was just conversing, that Beauty still is here, States fall, arts fade, but...not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear." SIXTEENTH ANNUAL REPOBT of the New. York Institution for the Instruction of the Deaf and Dumb. New-...

...illuminated and gaily occupied Piazza of St. Marco — to feel with him of whom I was just conversing, that Beauty still is here, States fall, arts fade, but...not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear. L 2 THE FLORENTINE. " Now for a tale illustrative, That shall delight ray passion for romance. Embodying...

...illuminated and gaily occupied Piazza of St. Marco,—to feel with him of whom I was just conversing, that States fall, arts fade, but nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear." Beauty still is here, SIXTEENTH ANNUAL REPORT of the New-York Institution for the Instruction of tin...

...the purpose. " This is the first stanza of our new Canto ; and now for a line of the second : — " In Venice, Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier, Her palaces, &c. &c. " You know that formerly the gondoliers sung always, and Tasso's Gierusalemme was their ballad....

...music meets not always now Ihe ear: Tbos« days are (cone — but Beauty still is here. Suies Ы1, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, TV pleasant place of all festivity, It rerd of the earth, the masque of Italy! 'I) s« œjlorical Not«,...

...Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, 1 And silent rows the songless gondolicr ; Her palaces are crumhling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — hut Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — hut Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how...

...that I know. The lines of the poet struck me forcibly in viewing this vast concourse of buildings : " Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear ; Those days arc gone, but beauty still ii here. States foil and fade, but nature does not die, Nor yet forget how...

...that I know. The lines of the poet struck me forcibly in viewing this vast concourse of buildings : " Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear; Those days are goue, but beauty still is here. States fall and fade, but nature does Dot die, Nor yet forget how Venice...

...the very air seems pregnant with heaviness and sorrow, as if the grief which gave it its cognomen, In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows...States fall, arts fade — but nature doth not die, Not yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth,...

...robed, and of her feast Monarch< partook. and deem'd their dignity increased. • lit In Venice Tassors echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier...States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Xor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth,...