Plain-towns of Italy: The Cities of Old VenetiaHoughton Mifflin, 1911 - 603 ページ |
他の版 - すべて表示
多く使われている語句
adorned aisles altar ancient arcades arches archway artists Bassano battlements beautiful Brescia brick bronze buildings canvas castle Ceneda centre century chapel charming choir Christ church cinquecento coloring columns Corinthian corner cornice Corso dark decorated doorway Duomo east edifice entrance exquisite Ezzelino façade figures fortress four frescoes Friuli garden gate Giorgione Giovanni Giovanni Bellini Gothic grace handsome high-altar hill huge Italian Italy latter lines lofty loggia Lombard lovely Madonna marble medieval modern Monselice nave noble Padua painted palace Palazzo Palladio Palma Vecchio panels Paolo Veronese Petrarch piano nobile piazza picturesque pilasters plain Pordenone portal quattrocento rear Renaissance Roman rose round Rovigo Saints Scala scene sculptured side splendid statues stone stood story street stucco tion tomb tone towers town transept trecento trees Treviso Udine upper Venetian Venice Verona Veronese Vicenza villas wall
人気のある引用
7 ページ - ONCE did She hold the gorgeous East in fee; And was the safeguard of the West: the worth 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...
177 ページ - Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste More rich than other climes' fertility; Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
269 ページ - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her, a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air, an island of the blest...
256 ページ - NOW was the hour that wakens fond desire In men at sea, and melts their thoughtful heart Who in the morn have bid sweet friends farewell, And pilgrim newly on his road with love Thrills, if he hear the vesper bell from far, That seems to mourn for the expiring day...
24 ページ - E'en in its height of verdure, if an age Less bright succeed not. Cimabue thought To lord it over painting's field; and now The cry is Giotto's,
7 ページ - ... was the safeguard of the west: the worth 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...
221 ページ - Why take the artistic way to prove so much? Because, it is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
409 ページ - the manners of the Italians were rude. A man and his wife ate off the same plate. There were no wooden-handled knives, nor more than one or two drinking cups, in a house. Candles of wax or tallow were unknown ; a servant held a torch during supper. The clothes of men were of leather unlined : scarcely any gold or silver was seen on their dress.
201 ページ - On base men's track who wrought the wrong, Till the soul's effluence came to be Its own exceeding agony. Arriving only to depart, From court to court, from land to land, Like flame within the naked hand His body bore his burning heart That still on Florence strove to bring God's fire for a burnt offering.
57 ページ - Now new fires from antique light Spring beneath the wide world's might ; But their spark lies dead in thee, Trampled out by tyranny.