The Cities and Cemeteries of Etruria, Opseg 2J. Murray, 1878 |
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amphora ancient arch archaic Arezzo Arretium bearing beautiful beneath blocks Bolsena bronze Bull called chamber CHAP Charun chimæras Chiusi cinerary urns Clusium Cluver colour Conestabile Corneto Cortona decorated discovered Etruria Etrus Etruscan antiquities Etruscan art Etruscan characters Etruscan city Etruscan inscription Etruscan tombs excavations feet Fiesole figures Florence fragments gate Gori Greek Gregor Grotta ground hand head height hill Inghir Inghirami Inst Ital Italy Lanzi Luna Maremma masonry Micali miles Monte monument Müller Etrusk Museo Museum necropolis neighbourhood numerous origin Orvieto painted vases Pelasgic Perugia Pisa Plin Pliny Poggio polygonal Populonia pots pottery probably quadriga relief Repetti represented resemblance rock Roman Rome rude ruins Rusellæ sarcophagus Sarteano Saturnia scene seems sepulchral side Signor similar singular slabs Sovana spot stands stone Strabo style Tarquinii temple terra-cotta tion town traces travertine tufo Vetulonia Volsinii Volterra Vulci walls ware warriors winged woodcut
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Stranica 203 - Non era ancor di là [Nesso arrivato, Quando noi ci mettemmo per un bosco Che da nessun sentiero era segnato. Non frondi verdi, ma di color fosco; Non rami schietti, ma nodosi e 'nvolti; Non pomi v'eran, ma stecchi con tosco.
Stranica 473 - The babe was born at the first peep of day ; He began playing on the lyre at noon, And the same evening did he steal away Apollo's herds...
Stranica 404 - Yet it is less the horror than the grace Which turns the gazer's spirit into stone, Whereon the lineaments of that dead face Are graven, till the characters be grown Into itself, and thought no more can trace; 'Tis the melodious hue of beauty thrown Athwart the darkness and the glare of pain, Which humanize and harmonize the strain.
Stranica 75 - Ma quello ingrato popolo maligno, Che discese di Fiesole ab antico ; E tiene ancor del monte e del macigno, Ti si farà, per tuo ben far, nimico : Ed è ragion : chè tra gli lazzi sorbi Si disconvien fruttare al dolce fico. Vecchia fama nel mondo li chiama orbi; Gente avara, invidiosa, e superba : Da' lor costumi fa che tu ti forbi.
Stranica 513 - ... of the admirable opportunities which the law gives them of promoting the welfare and happiness of all classes, which are so intimately connected with the education and culture of the people. The city of Toronto, indeed, immediately availed itself of the law providing for free libraries, and has set an example which it is to be hoped will be followed by other communities in Canada.
Stranica 294 - Se tu riguardi Luni ed Urbisaglia, Come son ite, e come se ne vanno Diretro ad esse Chiusi e Sinigaglia: Udir, come le schiatte si disfanno, Non ti parrà nuova cosa nè forte, Poscia che le cittadi termine hanno.
Stranica 418 - The gate is formed of regular masonry of travertin, uncemented, in courses eighteen inches high ; some of the blocks being three or four feet in length. The masonry of the arch hardly corresponds with that below it, and is probably of subsequent date and Roman, as the inscription seems to testify, though the letters are not necessarily coeval with the structure. The arch is skew, or oblique ; and the gate is double, like those of Volterra and Cosa. Above the arch is a frieze of six Ionic...
Stranica 168 - Phrygian cap, is seated on the shore in loving contemplation of " the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topmost towers of Ilium.
Stranica 372 - Sweet Ariadne — no, not that one, — ah no ; Fill me the manna of Montepulciano : Fill me a magnum, and reach it me. — Gods ! How it slides to my heart by the sweetest of roads ! Oh, how it kisses me, tickles me, bites me! Oh how my eyes loosen sweetly in tears...
Stranica 4 - Such is the summer scourge of ' ariaccia," that even the wretched hamlet to which the city has dwindled is well-nigh depopulated, and most of its houses are ruined and tenantless. It may well be called, as Repetti observes, 'The city of Jeremiah.' It is but the skeleton, though a still living skeleton, of its former greatness. Pestilence, year after year, stalks through its long, silent street. The visit of a stranger is an epoch in the annals of the hamlet,