Cooper's Works: The bravoJames G. Gregory (successor to W.A. Townsend), 1860 - American fiction |
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66 Signore Agata Annina answered Antonio art thou beneath blessed boat Bravo Bridge of Sighs Bucentaur Calabrian canals canst Carlo Carmelite companion concealed council countenance daughter doge Doge of Venice doge's palace Don Camillo Monforte Donna Florinda Donna Violetta door Dost thou duty eccellenza entered errand exclaimed Father Anselmo favor fear feelings felucca fisherman Frontoni galleys Gelsomina Gino girl glance gondola hand happy Hast thou hath heard heart holy honor hope hour illustrious interest Jacopo justice lady Lagunes Lido look manner Mark mask master mayest monk Neapolitan noble palace passed patricians Piazzetta pleasure prayers prince prison quay regatta republic returned Rialto Roderigo San Teodoro scarce secret senate Signor Gradenigo Signor Soranzo speak Stefano stranger thee thine Thou art thou hast Thou knowest thou wilt thou would'st Tiepolo tion truth Venetian Venice voice wish young youth
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Page 9 - 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...
Page 9 - 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 lions' marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
Page 395 - 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...
Page 116 - The fisher came From his green islet, bringing o'er the waves His wife and little one; the husbandman From the firm land, with many a friar and nun, And village maiden, her first flight from home, Crowding the common ferry.