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Florence (Italy) (search for this): chapter 11
seeing many things by the way. to R. F. F. Florence, Sept. 25, 1847. I hope not to want a furtt from fatigue of body and spirit. to E. H. Florence, Sept., 1847. I cannot even begin to speakhere are so many precious objects of study in Florence, that a stay of several months could not fail Still, the spring must be the time to be in Florence; there are so many charming spots to visit inppy three journeyed on, by way of Perugia, to Florence, where they arrived at the end of September. r life of disinterested, purifying love. Florence. The following notes respecting Margaret's pleasant circle of Americans, then living in Florence, she was on the best terms, and though she se of her nature,—and some English residents in Florence, among whom I need only name Mr. and Mrs. Broonal excursions with her into the environs of Florence; and she passed some days of the beautiful spillance of the police during her residence in Florence. as well as by the state of things in Tuscany[30 more...]
Marseilles (France) (search for this): chapter 11
n I had long wished to see, with the intellect and passions in due proportion for a full and healthy human being, with a soul constantly inspiring. Unhappily, it was a very short time before I came away. How much time had I wasted on others which I might have given to this real and important relation. After hearing music from Chopin and Neukomm, I quitted Paris on the 25th February, and came, via Chalons, Lyons, Avignon, (where I waded through melting snow to Laura's tomb,) Arles, to Marseilles; thence, by steamer, to Genoa, Leghorn, and Pisa. Seen through a cutting wind, the marble palaces, the gardens, the magnificent water-view of Genoa, failed to charm. Only at Naples have I found my Italy. Between Leghorn and Naples, our boat was run into by another, and we only just escaped being drowned. Rome. Rome, May, 1847.—Of the fragments of the great time, I have now seen nearly all that are treasured up here. I have as yet nothing of consequence to say of them. Others ha
Italy (Italy) (search for this): chapter 11
attired With sudden brightness, like a man inspired; And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw. Wordsworth. Italia! Italia! O tu cui feo la sorte Dono infelice di bellezza, ond‘ hai Funesta dote d'infiniti guai, Che in fronte scritti per gran doglia porter. Deh, fossi tu men bItalia! O tu cui feo la sorte Dono infelice di bellezza, ond‘ hai Funesta dote d'infiniti guai, Che in fronte scritti per gran doglia porter. Deh, fossi tu men bella, Ò almen piu forte! Filicaja Oh, not to guess it at the first. But I did guess it,—that is, I divined, Felt by an instinct how it was;—why else Should I pronounce you free from all that heap Of sins, which had been irredeemable? I felt they were not yours. Browning. Nests there are many of this very year, Many the neagle was pulled down from the lofty portal of the Palazzo di Venezia, the people placed there, in its stead, one of white and gold, inscribed with the name, Alta Italia; and instantly the news followed, that Milan, Venice, Modena, and Parma, were driving out their tyrants. These news were received in Rome with indescribable ra
France (France) (search for this): chapter 11
id, but I have suffered, for the first time in France, some of the torments of mauvaise honte, enoug know; you cannot know much about anything in France, except what you see with your two eyes. Lyiness in literature than life. Rachel. In France the theatre is living; you see something reallen he named to me the great national lyrist of France, the great Beranger. I had not expected to seBeranger, the genuine poet, the genuine man of France. I have felt all the enchantment of the lyre radical measures of reform is strongly felt in France; and the time will come, before long, when sucom I brought a letter from a friend of hers in France, has been good to me as a sister, and introducck to Paris, and I have him much better here. France itself I should like to see, but remain undecimay be need to spill much blood yet in Italy. France and Germany are not in such a state that I canthat they can resist, now they are betrayed by France. Since the 30th April, I go almost daily to[3 more...]
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s much I hope, in life or death, to be no more separated from Angelino. Last winter, I made the most vehement efforts at least to redeem the time, hoping thus good for the future. But, of at least two volumes written at that time, no line seems of any worth. I had suffered much constraint,— much that was uncongenial, harassing, even torturing, before; but this kind of pain found me unprepared;— the position of a mother separated from her only child is too frightfully unnatural. The Christmas holidays interest me now, through my child, as they never did for myself. I like to go out to watch the young generation who will be his contemporaries. On Monday, we went to the Cascine. After we had taken the drive, we sat down on a stone seat in the sunny walk, to see the people pass;—the Grand Duke and his children; the elegant Austrian officers, who will be driven out of Italy when Angelino is a man; Princess Demidoff; Harry Lorrequer; an absurd brood of fops; many lovely children; <
Tasmania (Tasmania, Australia) (search for this): chapter 11
French call incisive. Very touching were some of their histories, as they told them to me, while pausing sometimes on the lake. Grossi gives a true picture of such a man in his family relations; the story may be found in Marco Visconti. On this lake, I met Lady Franklin, wife of the celebrated navigator. She has been in the United States, and showed equal penetration and candor in remarks on what she had seen there. She gave me interesting particulars as to the state of things in Van Diemen's Land, where she passed seven years, when her husband was in authority there. to C. S. Lake of Como, Aug. 22, 1847. Rome was much poisoned to me. But, after a time, its genius triumphed, and I became absorbed in its proper life. Again I suffered from parting, and have since resolved to return, and pass at least a part of the winter there. People may write and prate as they please of Rome, they cannot convey thus a portion of its spirit. The whole heart must be yielded up to it. It i
Verona (Italy) (search for this): chapter 11
ive from being alone, that, if I feel the need of it, I can stop. I left Venice four days ago; have seen well Vicenza, Verona, Mantua, and am reposing, for two nights and a day, in this tranquil room which overlooks the beautiful Lake of Garda. Tnd tranquil again. Saw all the pictures, if not enough, yet pretty well. My journey here was very profitable. Vicenza, Verona, Mantua, I saw really well, and much there is to see. Certainly I had learned more than ever in any previous ten days of felt and known in its birth-place. I have passed some hours at Vicenza, seeing mainly the Palladian structures; a day at Verona,— a week had been better; seen Mantua, with great delight; several days in Lago di Garda,—truly happy days there; then, t April 1, 1848.—Yesterday, on returning from Ostia, I find the official news, that the Viceroy Ranieri has capitulated at Verona; that Italy is free, independent, and one. I trust this will prove no April foolery. It seems too good, too speedy a re<
Genoa (Italy) (search for this): chapter 11
d important relation. After hearing music from Chopin and Neukomm, I quitted Paris on the 25th February, and came, via Chalons, Lyons, Avignon, (where I waded through melting snow to Laura's tomb,) Arles, to Marseilles; thence, by steamer, to Genoa, Leghorn, and Pisa. Seen through a cutting wind, the marble palaces, the gardens, the magnificent water-view of Genoa, failed to charm. Only at Naples have I found my Italy. Between Leghorn and Naples, our boat was run into by another, and we Genoa, failed to charm. Only at Naples have I found my Italy. Between Leghorn and Naples, our boat was run into by another, and we only just escaped being drowned. Rome. Rome, May, 1847.—Of the fragments of the great time, I have now seen nearly all that are treasured up here. I have as yet nothing of consequence to say of them. Others have often given good hints as to how they look. As to what they are, it can only be known by approximating to the state of soul out of which they grew. They are many and precious; yet is there not so much of high excellence as I looked for. They will not float the heart on a bound
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ms, only to see them all lopped and gashed. You say, I sustained them; often have they sustained my courage: one, kissing the pieces of bone that were so painfully extracted from his arm, hanging them round his neck to be worn as the true relics of to-day; mementoes that he also had done and borne something for his country and the hopes of humanity. One fair young man, who is made a cripple for life, clasped my hand as he saw me crying over the spasms I could not relieve, and faintly cried, Viva l'italia. Think only, cara bona donna, said a poor wounded soldier, that I can always wear my uniform on festas, just as it is now, with the holes where the balls went through, for a memory. God is good; God knows, they often said to me, when I had not a word to cheer them. The wife and mother. The first part of this chapter is edited by B. W. E.; the remainder by W. H. C. Beneath the ruins of the Roman Republic, how many private fortunes were buried! and among these victims was
Loch Lomond (United Kingdom) (search for this): chapter 11
mbled, and, a chair being placed for him at the lower end of the board, a glass of wine was offered, and he was requested to sing one of his songs for the entertainment of the company. He drank off the wine, and thundered forth in reply his grand song For aa that and aa that, and having finished his prophecy and prayer, nature's nobleman left his churlish entertainers to hide their heads in the home they had disgraced. A night on Ben Lomond. At Inversnaid, we took a boat to go down Loch Lomond, to the little inn of Rowardennan, from which the ascent is made of Ben Lomond. We found a day of ten thousand, for our purpose; but, unhappily, a large party had come with the sun, and engaged all the horses, so that if we went, it must be on foot. This was something of an enterprise for me, as the ascent is four miles, and toward the summit quite fatiguing. However, in the pride of newly-gained health and strength, I was ready, and set forth with Mr. S. alone. We took no guide, and
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