Jenning's Landscape Annual, Bind 1R. Jenning and Company, 1830 |
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... Verona 139 Vicenza 150 Padua 157 Petrarch's House at Arquà 173 The Rialto - Venice 182 Bologna Ducal Palace - Venice The Palace of the Foscari - Venice The Bridge of Sighs - Venice Old Ducal Palace - Ferrara Ponte Sisto - Rome Ruins ...
... Verona 139 Vicenza 150 Padua 157 Petrarch's House at Arquà 173 The Rialto - Venice 182 Bologna Ducal Palace - Venice The Palace of the Foscari - Venice The Bridge of Sighs - Venice Old Ducal Palace - Ferrara Ponte Sisto - Rome Ruins ...
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... VERONA . 15. VIEW OF VICENZA . 16. PADUA . 17. PETRARCH'S HOUSE AT ARQUA . 18. THE RIALTO AT VENICE . 19. DUCAL PALACE , ditto . 20. THE PALACE OF THE FOSCARI , ditto . 21. THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS , ditto . 22. OLD DUCAL PALACE AT FERRARA ...
... VERONA . 15. VIEW OF VICENZA . 16. PADUA . 17. PETRARCH'S HOUSE AT ARQUA . 18. THE RIALTO AT VENICE . 19. DUCAL PALACE , ditto . 20. THE PALACE OF THE FOSCARI , ditto . 21. THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS , ditto . 22. OLD DUCAL PALACE AT FERRARA ...
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Drawn by Sam Prout COMO . Engraved by J. T. Willmore Printed by Fenner Drawn by Sam ! Prout . VIEW OF VERONA Engraved.
Drawn by Sam Prout COMO . Engraved by J. T. Willmore Printed by Fenner Drawn by Sam ! Prout . VIEW OF VERONA Engraved.
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... Verona have both claimed with much eager- ness the honour of giving birth to the elder Pliny . The Conte Anton - Giuseppe della Torre di Rezzonico , in a long dissertation , vindicated the claims of Como his na- tive place , which has ...
... Verona have both claimed with much eager- ness the honour of giving birth to the elder Pliny . The Conte Anton - Giuseppe della Torre di Rezzonico , in a long dissertation , vindicated the claims of Como his na- tive place , which has ...
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Misty Per VERONA . Ocelle mundi , sidus Itali cœli , Flos. Drawn by Sam ! Prout . VIEW OF VERONA Engraved by J. T. Willmore Drawn by Sam Prout PLACE SALONE , PADUA Engraved by. Como.
Misty Per VERONA . Ocelle mundi , sidus Itali cœli , Flos. Drawn by Sam ! Prout . VIEW OF VERONA Engraved by J. T. Willmore Drawn by Sam Prout PLACE SALONE , PADUA Engraved by. Como.
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Alps amongst ancient appearance ARCH OF CONSTANTINE beautiful Bologna Bonnivard Bovinet bridge Bridge of Sighs brother Bucentaur Calvin Cardinal castle celebrated Chillon church Council of Ten death delight doge ducal palace Duke Duke of Savoy dungeon Eckius edifice Engraved erected eyes Ezzelino feet Ferrara formed Foscari Francesco Foscari French gallery garden Geneva genius gondolas hath heard hills honour inhabitants Italy lake Lausanne Lord Byron Madame de Stael magnificent mansion marble Martigny Milan Mont monument morning mountain never night noble observed Padua persons Petrarch Piron poet present prison Prout republic residence retreat Rhone Rialto rise Robert Jennings rock Roman Rome says scene scenery seen side singular Sion snow spirit Stael stranger summit Tasso thing tion tower town traveller valley Vaud Venetian Venice Verona verses Vicenza villa visited Voltaire walk walls
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Side 17 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and' far delight,— A portion of the tempest and of thee ! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Side 24 - After laying down my pen I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Side 40 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar - for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! - May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Side 63 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Side 265 - The Niobe of nations, — there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipios...
Side 44 - It seem'd like me to want a mate, But was not half so desolate, And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
Side 43 - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird ; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard...
Side 25 - I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting...
Side 268 - Where the car climb'd the Capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site: — Chaos of ruins! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say, 'Here was, or is', where all is doubly night?
Side 18 - Now, where the quick Rhone thus hath cleft his way, The mightiest of the storms hath ta'en his stand : For here, not one, but many, make their play, And fling their thunder-bolts from hand to hand, Flashing and cast around ; of all the band, The brightest through these parted hills hath forked His lightnings — as if he did understand, That in such gaps as desolation worked, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurked.