Rome in the Nineteenth Century: Containing a Complete Account of the Ruins of the Ancient City, the Remains of the Middle Ages, and the Monuments of Modern Times, with Remarks on the Fine Arts, on the State of Society, and on the Religious Ceremonies, Manners, and Customs, of the Modern Romans, in a Series of Letters Written During a Residence at Rome, in the Years 1817 and 1818, Volume 3


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Página 445 - O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows. On old /Egina's rock, and Idra's isle, The god of gladness sheds his parting smile; O'er his own regions lingering, loves to shine, Though there his altars are no more divine.
Página 445 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Página 138 - One of them wore a white crown, and another a crimson crown glittering with jewels. The mitres of the Bishops were also set with precious stones ; and their splendid dresses, and long wavy beards of silver whiteness, gave them a most venerable and imposing appearance. The procession issued forth into the Sala Borgia, (the hall behind the Sistine Chapel,) and marched round it.
Página 139 - Priests returned to their seats. Then the Passion was chanted; and then a most tiresome long service commenced, in which the usual genuflections, and tinkling of little bells, and dressings, and undressings, and walking up and coming down the steps of the altar, and bustling about, went on; and which at last terminated in the Cardinals all embracing and kissing each other, which is, I am told, the kiss of peace.
Página 158 - At length the preacher cried, ' Here they come — the holy men — to bear the body of our Redeemer to the sepulchre ; ' and from the side of the scene issued forth a band of friars, clad in black, with white scarfs tied across them, and, gradually climbing Mount Calvary by a winding path amongst the rocks and bushes, reached the foot of the cross, unmolested by the paper centurions. But when they began to unnail the body, it is utterly impossible to describe the shrieks, and cries, and clamours...
Página 147 - Tavola : the thirteen priests were seated in a row at the table, which was spread with a variety of dishes, and adorned with a profusion of flowers. The pope gave the blessing, and walking along the side of the table opposite to them, handed each of them bread, then plates, and lastly, cups of wine. They regularly all rose up to receive what he presented ; and the pope having gone through the forms of service, and given them his parting benediction, left them to finish their dinner in peace. •...
Página 360 - This beautiful temple," observes a recent traveller, " which stands on the very spot where the eye of taste would have placed it, and on which it ever reposes with delight, is one of the most attractive features of the scene, and perhaps gives to Tivoli its greatest charm."— ("Rome in the Nineteenth Century,
Página 190 - She renounced her name and title — adopted a new appellation, received the solemn benediction of the Cardinal, and the last embraces of her weeping friends, and passed that bourne through which she was never to return.
Página 144 - Allegri ; but the composition, however fine, is nothing without the voices who perform it here. It is only the singers of the Papal chapel who can execute the Miserere. It has been tried by the best singers in Germany, and totally failed of effect. There is never any accompaniment, though at times the solemn swell of the softened organ seemed to blend with, the voices. This music is more wonderful, and its effect more powerful, than any thing I could have conceived.
Página 178 - This was followed by an incessant and conu plicated display of every varied device that imagination could figure, one changing into another, and the beauty of the first effaced by that of the last. Hundreds of immense wheels turned round with a velocity that almost seemed as if demons were whirling them, letting fall thousands of hissing dragons and scorpions and fiery snakes, whose long convolutions darting forward as far as the eye could reach in every direction, at length vanished into air. Fountains...

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