The classic and connoisseur in Italy and Sicily, with an appendix containing an abridged tr. of Lanzi's Storia pittorica, Volumen1

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Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1835
 

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Página 162 - The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like
Página 340 - as it is written and recorded in that sacred volume, which, in the words of Locke, has ' God for its author, salvation for its end, and truth, without any mixture of error, for its matter.'
Página 355 - on it, and surmounted by a coronet! Others bear the arms of those foreign sovereigns who protect the palace; thus insulting the Roman government as an impotent presbytery*"— Of priests, and cowards, and men cautelous, Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls As welcome wrongs.
Página 1 - Tho' sluggards deem it but a foolish chase, And marvel men should quit their easy chair, The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace, Oh! there is sweetness in the mountain air, And life, that bloated ease may never hope to share!
Página 162 - upgrew Insuperable height of loftiest shade, Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm; A sylvan scene, and as the ranks ascend Shade above shade, a woody theatre Of stateliest view. On
Página 162 - Abelard:— The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclined Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves,
Página 162 - and a dead repose: Her gloomy presence saddens every scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green; Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror o'er the woods. On
Página 162 - a recollection of Vallombrosa, which Crowns with her enclosure green, As with a rural mound, the champaign head Of a steep wilderness, whose hairy sides With thicket overgrown, grotesque and wild, Access denied; and overhead upgrew Insuperable height of loftiest shade, Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm; A sylvan scene, and as the ranks ascend Shade above shade, a woody theatre Of stateliest view.
Página 425 - with his fore-feet, and it seemed that he that sat upon the horse had complete harness of gold. Moreover, two other young men appeared before him, notable in strength, excellent in beauty, and comely in apparel, who stood by him on either side, and scourged him continually, and gave him many sore stripes.
Página 391 - Apollo; — 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

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