Florence, the New Capital of Italy

Longmans, Green, 1867 - 431 páginas

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Página 295 - Come you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it!
Página 282 - Thoughtless of beauty, she was Beauty's self, Recluse amid the close-embowering woods. As in the hollow breast of Apennine, Beneath the shelter of encircling hills, A myrtle rises, far from human eye, And breathes its balmy fragrance o'er the wild...
Página 157 - In a villa overhanging the towers of Florence, on the steep slope of that lofty hill, crowned by the mother city, the ancient Fiesole, in gardens which Tully might have envied, with Ficino...
Página 157 - ... mother -city, the ancient Fiesole, in gardens which Tully might have envied, with Ficino, Landino, and Politian at his side, he delighted his hours of leisure with the beautiful visions of Platonic philosophy, for which the summer stillness of an Italian sky appears the most congenial accompaniment.
Página 105 - Quand la religion chrétienne souffrit, il ya deux siècles, ce malheureux partage qui la divisa en catholique et en protestante, les peuples du nord embrassèrent la protestante, et ceux du midi gardèrent la catholique. C'est que les peuples du nord ont et auront toujours un esprit d indépendance et de liberté que n'ont pas les peuples du midi...
Página 105 - C'est que les peuples du nord ont et auront toujours un esprit d'indépendance et de liberté que n'ont pas les peuples du midi ; et qu'une religion qui n'a point de chef visible convient mieux à l'indépendance du climat que celle qui en a un.
Página 421 - The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.
Página 158 - ... abroad, he had to encounter. If thoughts like these could bring a cloud over the brow of Lorenzo, unfit for the object he sought in that retreat, he might restore its serenity by other scenes which his garden commanded. Mountains, bright with various hues and clothed with wood, bounded the horizon, and, on most sides, at no great distance ; but embosomed in these were other villas and domains of his own ; while the level country bore witness to his agricultural improvements, the classic diversion...
Página 289 - I chose to suppress my curiosity, rather than be the occasion of a moment's delay. But all the nights we had hitherto passed were comfortable in comparison to this, which we suffered at a small village, the name of which I do not remember.
Página 361 - Ungrateful Florence ! Dante sleeps afar, Like Scipio, buried by the upbraiding shore : Thy factions, in their worse than civil war, Proscribed the bard whose name for evermore Their children's children would in vain adore With the remorse of ages...

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