Cities of Northern Italy, 第 2 卷George Allen, 1884 |
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2nd Chapel 4th Chapel adorned aisles Alessandro Alfonso ancient Andrea angels Annunciation Antonio Aquileja arches artist Baptist beautiful Bellini beneath Bobbio Bologna bronze building built called campanile Campo canal Caracci cathedral centre century choir Christ church Cima da Conegliano colour contains Correggio cross cupola curious decorated Doge Domenico door Duke entrance façade famous Farnese Ferrara figures Francesco Francesco Francia Francia frescoes Giacomo Giovanni Giovanni Bellini Girolamo Gothic grand Guercino Guido Guido Reni High Altar Jacopo Jerome Lombard Lorenzo Lorenzo Costa Madonna marble Marco Maria Modena monument Murano nave Niccolò noble painted painter palace Palazzo Palma Palma Vecchio Paolo Parma Parmigianino Paul Veronese Petronio Piacenza Piazza picture Pietro pillars Ponte Pope Pordenone portrait Raffaelle Republic Sacristy saints Sansovino sculpture Scuola Sebastian side statue Stones of Venice terra-cotta throned Tintoret Tintoretto Titian Tomb of Doge Torcello tower town Transept Venetian Virgin and Child walls
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第 29 頁 - WE praise thee, O God; we acknowledge thee to be the Lord. All the earth doth worship thee, the Father everlasting.
第 92 頁 - 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,
第 4 頁 - 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...
第 161 頁 - ... with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
第 71 頁 - 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.
第 4 頁 - 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.
第 162 頁 - Lido through the harbour piles, The likeness of a clump of peaked isles. And then, as if the earth and sea had been Dissolved into one lake of, fire, were seen Those mountains towering, as from waves of flame. Around the vaporous sun ; from which there came The inmost purple spirit of light, and made ' Their very peaks transparent. "Ere it fade," Said my companion, " I will show you soon A better station.
第 26 頁 - Under foot and over head, a continual succession of crowded imagery, one picture passing into another, as in a dream; forms beautiful and terrible mixed together ; dragons and serpents, and ravening beasts of prey, and graceful birds that in the midst of them drink from running fountains and feed from vases of crystal ; the passions and the pleasures of human life symbolized together, and the mystery of its redemption ; for the mazes of interwoven lines and...
第 4 頁 - ... 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...
第 163 頁 - 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...