Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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Side 183
... Italian literature , and perhaps . of manners . But the text , within the limits I proposed , I soon found hardly ... Italy has great names still : Canova , Monti , Ugo Foscolo , Pindemonte , Visconti , Morelli , Cicognara , Albrizzi ...
... Italian literature , and perhaps . of manners . But the text , within the limits I proposed , I soon found hardly ... Italy has great names still : Canova , Monti , Ugo Foscolo , Pindemonte , Visconti , Morelli , Cicognara , Albrizzi ...
Side 184
... Italians are in no respect more ferocious than their neighbours - that man must be wilfully blind , or ignorantly ... Italy has gained by the late transfer of nations , it were useless for Englishmen to inquire , till it be com.es ...
... Italians are in no respect more ferocious than their neighbours - that man must be wilfully blind , or ignorantly ... Italy has gained by the late transfer of nations , it were useless for Englishmen to inquire , till it be com.es ...
Side 186
... Italy ! IV . > But unto us she hath a spell beyond Her name in story , and her long array Of mighty shadows , whose dim forms despond Above the Dogeless city's vanish'd sway Ours is a trophy which will not decay With the Rialto ...
... Italy ! IV . > But unto us she hath a spell beyond Her name in story , and her long array Of mighty shadows , whose dim forms despond Above the Dogeless city's vanish'd sway Ours is a trophy which will not decay With the Rialto ...
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