...was surrounded, could he go back in imagination to those days of liberty and valour, — — " when Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all Festivity ; The Revel of the Earth, the Mask of Italy." In truth, Venice exhibits one of the most curious 1ts long con- and instructive instances...

...was surrounded, could he go back in imagination to those days of liberty and valour, — • " when Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all Festivity ; The Revel of the Earth, the Mask of Italy." In truth, Venice exhibits one of the most curious and instructive instances which is...

...inspiccre." III. In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, (') And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music...festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! IV. But unto us she hath a spell beyond Her name in story, and her long array Of mighty shadows,...

...dignity increased. Ш. In Venice Tasso's echoes arc no more, (3) And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music...festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy! (1) See Historical Note», at the end of Uui Canto, No. I. — — LE (2) An old writer, describing...

...music meets not always now Ihe ear: Tbos« days are (cone — but Beauty still is here. Suies Ы1, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, TV pleasant place of all festivity, It rerd of the earth, the masque of Italy! 'I) s« œjlorical Not«,...

...Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, 1 And silent rows the songless gondolicr ; Her palaces are crumhling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — hut Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — hut Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how...

...that I know. The lines of the poet struck me forcibly in viewing this vast concourse of buildings : " Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear ; Those days arc gone, but beauty still ii here. States foil and fade, but nature does not die, Nor yet forget how...

...that I know. The lines of the poet struck me forcibly in viewing this vast concourse of buildings : " Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear; Those days are goue, but beauty still is here. States fall and fade, but nature does Dot die, Nor yet forget how Venice...

...At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers : And such she was; but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade,...place of all festivity. The revel of the earth, the masquerade of Italy ! Childe Harold. Who would not praise Patricio's high desert. His hand unstain'd,...

...increased. Ш. In \ enice Tasso's echoes are no more, (3) And silent rows the songless gondolier ; eary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste...feelings unemploy'd. f Who would be doom'd to gaze (1) See Historical Not«, at the end of this Canto, No. I. —LE. (2) An old writer, describing the...