The Bravo: A TaleG. Routledge, 1854 - Всего страниц: 286 |
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... republic's antiquity and greatness . Its Saracenic architecture , the rows of precious but useless little columns that load its front , the low Asiatic domes which rest upon its walls in the repose of a thousand years , the rude and ...
... republic's antiquity and greatness . Its Saracenic architecture , the rows of precious but useless little columns that load its front , the low Asiatic domes which rest upon its walls in the repose of a thousand years , the rude and ...
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... republic ? -no young noble drowned , nor any Jew hanged ? " 66 Nothing of that much interest - except the calamity which befell Pietro . Thou rememberest Pietrillo ? he who crossed into Dalmatia with thee once , as a supernumerary , the ...
... republic ? -no young noble drowned , nor any Jew hanged ? " 66 Nothing of that much interest - except the calamity which befell Pietro . Thou rememberest Pietrillo ? he who crossed into Dalmatia with thee once , as a supernumerary , the ...
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... republic is a little aged , caro , and years need rest . The joints of the Bucentaur are racked by time and many voyages to the Lido . I have heard my master say , that the leap of the winged lion is not as far as it was , even in his ...
... republic is a little aged , caro , and years need rest . The joints of the Bucentaur are racked by time and many voyages to the Lido . I have heard my master say , that the leap of the winged lion is not as far as it was , even in his ...
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... republic will never plant another mast of triumph in San Marco , or bring more trophies to the venerable church ? 3 " Napoli herself , with her constant change of masters , is as likely to do a great act on the sea , as thy winged beast ...
... republic will never plant another mast of triumph in San Marco , or bring more trophies to the venerable church ? 3 " Napoli herself , with her constant change of masters , is as likely to do a great act on the sea , as thy winged beast ...
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... republic ! " 66 Thou hast said nothing of the sort , nor do I put faith in thy being an ambassador of San Marco . Speak truth for once , Gino Monaldi , or lay aside the mask and jacket , and take up thy flowers of Sant ' Agata . " Well ...
... republic ! " 66 Thou hast said nothing of the sort , nor do I put faith in thy being an ambassador of San Marco . Speak truth for once , Gino Monaldi , or lay aside the mask and jacket , and take up thy flowers of Sant ' Agata . " Well ...
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66 Signore 66 Thou Agata Annina answered Antonio art thou beneath blessed boat Bravo Bridge of Sighs Bucentaur Calabrian canals canst Carlo Carmelite companion concealed Council countenance daughter distrust Doge Doge of Venice Doge's palace Don Camillo Monforte Donna Florinda Donna Violetta door Dost thou duty eccellenza entered errand exclaimed Father Anselmo favour fear feelings felucca fisherman galleys Gelsomina Gino girl Giudecca glance gondola hand happy Hast thou hath heard heart holy honour hope hour illustrious interest justice lady lagunes Lido look manner Mark mask master monk Neapolitan noble palace passed patricians pleasure prayers prince prison quay regatta republic returned Rialto Roderigo San Teodoro secret Senate Signor Gradenigo Signor Soranzo speak Stefano stranger thee thine Thou art thou hast Thou knowest thou wilt Tiepolo truth Venetian Venice voice wish young youth دو وو
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Стр. 1 - ... 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 : 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...
Стр. 238 - PRISONER OF CHILLON. MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears : My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...