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Richard Hakluyt, The Principal Navigations, Voyages, Traffiques, and Discoveries of the English Nation, The memorable victories in divers parts of Italie of John Hawkwood English man in the reigne of Richard the second, briefly recorded by M. Camden, pag. 339. (search)
The memorable victories in divers parts of Italie of John Hawkwood English man in the reigne of Richard the second, briefly recorded by M. Camden, pag. 339. AD alteram ripam fluvii Colne oppositus est Sibble Heningham, locus natalis, ut accepi, Joannis Hawkwoodi (Itali Aucuthum corrupte vocant) quem illi tantopere ob virtutem militarem suspexerunt, ut Senatus Florentinus propter insignia merita equestri statua & tumuli honore in eximiae fortitudinis, fideique testimonium ornavit. Res ejus gestas Itali pleno ore praedicant; & Paulus Jovius in elogiis celebrat: sat mihi sit Julii Feroldi tetrastichon adjicere. Hawkwoode Anglorum decus, & decus addite genti Italicae, Italico presidiumque solo, Ut tumuli quondam Florentia , sic simulachri Virtutem Jovius donat honore tuam. William Thomas in his Historie of the common wealthes of Italy , maketh honorable mention of him twise, to wit, in the common wealth of Florentia and Ferrara .
Knight's Mechanical Encyclopedia (ed. Knight), M. (search)
movement to the balance. 2. (Fire-arms.) The spring in a gun-lock which drives the hammer. Main-work. （Fortification.) The enciente or principal works inclosing the body of the place. Mait′land cord. （Weaving.) A cord extending along the wooden shafts of leaves, to which the heddles are fastened with knots. Ma-jol′i-ca-ware. A species of fine pottery, composed of clay thickly and opaquely enameled, suitable for receiving brilliantly colored figures; fabricated at Ferrara (1436) and at Passaro (1450). It is sometimes called Raffaelle ware ; this may be from the fact that Raffaelle Sanzio d'urbino furnished designs for the ornamentation of some specimens, or from one Raffaelino del Colle, a skillful workman at Urbino. The name is a corruption of Majorca, into which island (in the twelfth century) the Moors introduced the manufacture of a species of ware decorated with brilliant colors. Majolica, until the time of Lucca della Robbia, was glazed with a plu
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 2, Chapter 20: Italy.—May to September, 1839.—Age, 28. (search)
as effective; but because, as you convincingly observed, I ought, in a first great work, appealing to great national sympathies, to keep clear, quite clear, of debatable ground. Sumner frequented at Florence the studio of Powers, who was then at work upon his Eve. He formed at the same time a pleasant acquaintance with Richard Henry Wilde,—once a member of Congress from Georgia,—then pursuing researches for a Life of Dante, on which he was engaged. At Wilde's request, he traced out at Ferrara some manuscripts of Tasso, and afterwards at Venice others connected with Dante. In Florence, he met a tourist from Boston, already known to him, and younger than himself,—William Minot, Jr.,—in whom he took much interest, inspired in part by an ancient friendship which had existed between their fathers. Young Minot wrote to him from Florence, Sept. 26, 1839:— I consider, my dear Mentor, my having met you at my entrance into Italy as a great piece of fortune. You have set me at
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Atlantic Essays, Literature as an art. (search)
the public, and even by young authors, is the amount of toil it costs. But all the standards, all the precedents of every art, show that the greatest gifts do not supersede the necessity of work. The most astonishing development of native genius in any-direction, so far as I know, is that of Mozart in music; yet it is he who has left the remark, that, if few equalled him in his vocation, few had studied it with such persevering labor and such unremitting zeal. There is still preserved at Ferrara the piece of paper on which Ariosto wrote in sixteen different ways one of his most famous stanzas. The novel which Hawthorne left unfinished — and whose opening chapters when published proved so admirable — had been begun by him, as it appeared, in five different ways. Yet how many young collegians have at this moment in their desks the manuscript of a first novel, and have considered it a piece of heroic toil if they have once revised it! It is to rebuke this literary indolence, and
James Parton, The life of Horace Greeley, Chapter 26: three months in Europe. (search)
; then I was in a rude scuffle, and came out third or fourth best, with my clothes badly torn; anon I had lost my hat in a strange place, and could not begin to find it; and at last my clothes were full of grasshoppers and spiders, who were beguiling their leisure by biting and stinging me. The misery at last became unbearable and I awoke. But where? I was plainly in a tight, dark box that needed more air; I soon recollected that it was a stage-coach, wherein I had been making my way from Ferrara to Padua. I threw open the door and looked out. Horses, postilions, and guard were all gone; the moon, the fields, the road were gone: I was in a close court-yard, alone with Night and Silence; but where? A church clock struck three; but it was only promised that we should reach Padua by four, and I, making the usual discount on such promises, had set down five as the probable hour of our arrival. I got out to take a more deliberate survey, and the tall form and bright bayonet of an Aust
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 8: (search)
Isaac Newton, both mathematical and relating to his office as Master of the Mint, with correspondence, etc.; and the other is the collection of Milton's papers, chiefly in his own handwriting, including Comus, Lycidas, Arcades, Sonnets, etc., and some letters, which have been bound up, and preserved here about a century. Nothing of the sort can be more interesting or curious, especially the many emendations of Milton's poems in his own hand. Twenty years ago I remember being shown, at Ferrara, the original manuscript of Ariosto's Orlando Furioso, and the old librarian pointed out to me, at the bottom of a blotted page, these words, with a date, all in pencil, Vittorio Alfieri vide e venero, adding that when Alfieri wrote them, his tears fell so fast that they dropped on the paper and blistered it. It was impossible to avoid having something of the same feeling when looking at these venerable remains of two of the greatest men, in the opposite departments of science and poetry, t
The Daily Dispatch: may 2, 1861., [Electronic resource], Fortress Monroe. (search)
ch army as an enemy of Italy, because they occupied Rome. On the 19th Garibaldi was again received with loud applause in Parliament. The excitement of the previous day had subsided, and words of concord between Cavour and Bixio were applauded by all, and Garibaldi expressed himself as satisfied. There has been an attempted reaction in Calabria. Troops were dispatched and the town of Vanasa delivered from the Bourbon. Continued Austrian movements are reported on the Po, near Ferrara. An attack was considered possible, commencing with the invasion of the Duchy of Modena, which would not be an infraction of the Villafranca treaty. Warsaw advices say that matters are daily growing worse, and it is feared that the exasperation of the people will lead to fresh disturbances if rigorous measures should not intimidate them. Troops were bivouacked in the public square. The Russian force in Poland will be raised to 100,000 men. Spanish official papers say that t
The Daily Dispatch: may 30, 1861., [Electronic resource], article 2 (search)
thought, recurred to her with all their tender meaning. Each claimant for her hand was compared by her with her betrothed, as he had appeared to her in the rose light of her young fancy; and however gay, wise, or accomplished, she in variably found him hard and cold beside the picture of memory. In time Antonio began to be mentioned among the prominent pupils of his master. He was becoming known; he was studying the works of Vivarini, in Venice; of Bicci, in Florence; of Galasso, in Ferrara; of Pisanello and Fabriano, in Rome. The nine years went by, and del Flore stood one lovely morning in rapt admiration before some charming paintings which had just been hung in his studio. Good perspective for the period, naturally arranged drapery, and heads full of expression, fixed his delighted gaze.--He was aroused by the pressure of a little hand which softly clasped his own, and beheld kneeling before him Violetta and Antonio. "Yes, yes, my children, " he said; "yes, yes,