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... as the morning . I have the sweetest memory of Florence , lying at either side of that magnificent Arno , and stretched out at the foot of and its beautiful granite obelisk - the majestic colon- nade MEMORIES OF ROME .
... as the morning . I have the sweetest memory of Florence , lying at either side of that magnificent Arno , and stretched out at the foot of and its beautiful granite obelisk - the majestic colon- nade MEMORIES OF ROME .
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... sides of this ves- tibule are two galleries , which present at their extremities an equestrian statue of heroic appearance , placed in a deep recess , covered with a canopy and drapery . On the right is Constantine , on the left Charle ...
... sides of this ves- tibule are two galleries , which present at their extremities an equestrian statue of heroic appearance , placed in a deep recess , covered with a canopy and drapery . On the right is Constantine , on the left Charle ...
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... side , and improved on the eye every moment . It was not , however , till I examined more closely still , each of the different objects by which I was surrounded , that I obtained a correct idea of the astounding magni- ficence of this ...
... side , and improved on the eye every moment . It was not , however , till I examined more closely still , each of the different objects by which I was surrounded , that I obtained a correct idea of the astounding magni- ficence of this ...
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... side , our only encouragement and con- solation were the marble plates , which told of royal and imperial personages who had performed the task before us . At length we reached the lantern , and the sight which there awaited us was one ...
... side , our only encouragement and con- solation were the marble plates , which told of royal and imperial personages who had performed the task before us . At length we reached the lantern , and the sight which there awaited us was one ...
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... sides , prove it to have been , at least , one of the largest and most magnificent temples in ancient Rome . We linger ... side are scattered in profusion the broken memorials of that universal empire whose spendid capital once sat upon ...
... sides , prove it to have been , at least , one of the largest and most magnificent temples in ancient Rome . We linger ... side are scattered in profusion the broken memorials of that universal empire whose spendid capital once sat upon ...
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Page 261 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone — with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook his former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in his honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undeflled.
Page 204 - This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Page 32 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin; from afar The watch-dog bay'd beyond the Tiber; and More near from out the Caesars...
Page 162 - There is a stern round tower of other days, Firm as a fortress, with its fence of stone, Such as an army's baffled strength delays, Standing with half its battlements alone, And with two thousand years of ivy grown, The garland of eternity, where wave The green leaves over all by time o'erthrown ; — 4 What was this tower of strength? within its cave What treasure lay so lock'd, so hid? — A woman's grave.
Page 261 - Enter: its grandeur overwhelms thee not; And why? It is not lessen'd; but thy mind, Expanded by the genius of the spot, Has grown colossal, and can only find A fit abode wherein appear enshrined Thy hopes of immortality; and thou Shalt one day, if found worthy, so defined, See thy God face to face, as thou dost now His Holy of Holies, nor be blasted by his brow.
Page 33 - 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 58 - Or view the Lord of the unerring bow, The God of Life, and Poesy, and Light — The Sun in human limbs arrayed, and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight ; The shaft hath just been shot— the arrow bright With an Immortal's vengeance— in his eye And nostril beautiful Disdain, and Might And Majesty, flash their full lightnings by, Developing in that one glance the Deity.
Page 213 - I see before me the gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Page 213 - He reck'd 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, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged? — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire...
Page 239 - Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death-bed, and, unworn Its steady dyes, while all around is torn By the distracted waters, bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn : Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene, Love watching Madness with unalterable mien.