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George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 17: (search)
Chapter 17: Italy. winter in Rome. Florence, Turin, Paris. letters to Mr. Prescott, Count Circourt, and Mr. Greenough. topped there. And then such a journey as we had for seven days to Florence; not a cloud in the sky, so to speak; no wind, no heat, no cold, nadies could see everything they wanted to see, and drove down into Florence on the 2d of November through hedge-rows of myrtle and roses. Themore interested in him, I suppose, than you are in anybody else in Florence. He told me that the first hundred pages of your Ferdinand and Ispassed an evening with the Grand Duke, who, soon after we reached Florence, went off to the marriage of his eldest son with a very charming Soth domestic and foreign, I do not believe. To W. H. Prescott. Florence, May 8, 1857. my dear William,—I have to thank you for two mostom which we turned our faces with great regret,—and a fortnight in Florence, where I did a good deal of work for the Library, and then came on
James Russell Lowell, Among my books, Dante. (search)
e guides in a writer so scrupulous and exact) imply irresistibly that Dante had become a party by himself before his exile. The measure adopted by the Priors of Florence while he was one of them (with his assent and probably by his counsel), of sending to the frontier the leading men of both factions, confirms this implication. iotic, as it certainly was disinterested. We whose country is the world, as the ocean to the fish, he tells us, though we drank of the Arno in infancy, and love Florence so much that, because we loved her, we suffer exile unjustly, support the shoulders of our judgment rather upon reason than the senses. De Vulgari Eloquio, Liot come to her is not wonderful, for he would have been burned alive if he had. Dante could not send for her because he was a homeless wanderer. She remained in Florence with her children because she had powerful relations and perhaps property there. It is plain, also, that what Boccaccio says of Dante's lussuria had no better f
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 4 (search)
spoke so earnestly, that the depth of the sentiment prevailed, and not the accidental expression, which might chance to be common. Thus I learned, the other day, that, in a copy of Mrs. Jameson's Italian Painters, against a passage describing Correggio as a true servant of God in his art, above sordid ambition, devoted to truth, one of those superior beings of whom there are so few; Margaret wrote on the margin, And yet all might be such. The book lay long on the table of the owner, in Florence, and chanced to be read there by a young artist of much talent. These words, said he, months afterwards, struck out a new strength in me. They revived resolutions long fallen away, and made me set my face like a flint. But Margaret's courage was thoroughly sweet in its temper. She accused herself in her youth of unamiable traits, but, in all the later years of her life, it is difficult to recall a moment of malevolence. The friends whom her strength of mind drew to her, her good heart
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 11 (search)
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...]
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 12 (search)
eyards and olive-groves of Tuscany, and touched with gently-wakening fingers the myrtle and the orange in the gardens of Florence. The Apennines have put aside their snowy winding-sheet, and their untroubled faces salute with rosy gleams of promise may be brief. Their state-rooms were taken, their trunks packed, their preparations finished, they were just leaving Florence, when letters came, which, had they reached her a week earlier, would probably have induced them to remain in Italy. Bularly as the fates of a Greek tragedy, and I can but accept the pages as they turn. These were her parting words:— Florence, May 14, 1850. I will believe, I shall be welcome with my treasures,—my husband and child. For me, I long so much t gentle, and hospitable; both had already formed so warm an attachment for the little family, in their few interviews at Florence and Leghorn; Celeste Paolini, a young Italian girl, who had engaged to render kindly services to Angelino, was so lady-l
Elizabeth Cary Agassiz, Louis Agassiz: his life and correspondence, third edition, Chapter 11: 1842-1843: Aet. 35-36. (search)
ld add that I am not now alluding to the blue and white bands in the ice of which I spoke to you last year; this is a quite distinct phenomenon. I wish I could accept your kind invitation, but until I have gone to the bottom of the glacier question and terminated my Fossil Fishes, I do not venture to move. It is no light task to finish all this before our long journey, to which I look forward, as it draws nearer, with a constantly increasing interest. I am very sorry not to join you at Florence. It would have been a great pleasure for me to visit the collections of northern Italy in your company. . . . . I write you on a snowy day, which keeps me a prisoner in my tent; it is so cold that I can hardly hold my pen, and the water froze at my bedside last night. The greatest privation is, however, the lack of fruit and vegetables. Hardly a potato once a fortnight, but always and every day, morning and night, mutton, everlasting mutton, and rice soup. As early as the end of July w
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 27. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.34 (search)
ers. His services were recognized by the Argentine government, which offered to commission him commander-in-chief of the navy of that country. This honor, however, he declined, but on his returning to that country after the war, and being in reduced circumstances, he at once became a popular hero, and financial aid was given him without stint. His son had already settled there, and they engaged in stock raising. He, by this means, amassed a considerable fortune, and then migrated to Florence, Italy. Here his daughter became the Countess of Spinola, but on the death of the Count of Spinola, they removed to Rome, where the home of the venerable couple, Commodore and Mrs. Jefferson Page, became the Mecca of Americans who visited that city. For a score of years Commodore Page was blind, but retained the full possession of his mental faculties. Besides his service at sea, Commodore Page surveyed and made soundings for the old Fire Island Channel, New York harbor, and for some year
Jula Ward Howe, Reminiscences: 1819-1899, Chapter 7: marriage: tour in Europe (search)
ion. The family consisted of father and mother and two daughters, both born during their parents' residence in Italy, and respectively christened Parthenope and Florence, one having first seen the light in the city whose name she bore, the other in Naples. Of the two, Parthenope was the elder; she was not handsome, but was piquante and entertaining. Florence, the younger sister, was rather elegant than beautiful; she was tall and graceful of figure, her countenance mobile and expressive, her conversation most interesting. Having heard much of Dr. Howe as a philanthropist, she resolved to consult him upon a matter which she already had at heart. She ns, replied my husband. I think that it would be a very good thing. So much and no more of the conversation Dr. Howe repeated to me. We soon heard that Miss Florence was devoting herself to the study of her predilection; and when, years after this time, the Crimean war broke out, we were among the few who were not astonished
Jula Ward Howe, Reminiscences: 1819-1899, Chapter 19: another European trip (search)
, and I heard some rumors of an intended coup daetat which should bring back imperialism and place Plon-Plon The nickname for Prince Napoleon. on the throne. This was not to be. The legitimist party held the Imperialists in check, and the Republicans were strong enough to hold their own. I remember Marshal MacMahon as a man of medium height, with no very distinguishing feature. He was dressed in uniform and wore many decorations. We passed on to Italy. Soon after my arrival in Florence I was asked to speak on suffrage at the Circolo Filologico, one of the favorite halls of the city. The attendance was very large. I made my argument in French, and when it was ended a dear old-fashioned conservative in the gallery stood up to speak, and told off all the counter pleas with which suffragists are familiar,—the loss of womanly grace, the neglect of house and family, etc. When he had finished speaking a charming Italian matron, still young and handsome, sprang forward and took
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Chapter 19: last trip to Europe (search)
en shown him. Ib. 114, 115. After visiting the House of Lords with Mr. R. C. Winthrop, on one occasion, he was accosted by a laboring man in the street, who asked permission to speak with him, and recited a verse of Excelsior, before which the poet promptly retreated. Passing to the continent, the party visited Switzerland, crossed by the St. Gothard Pass to Italy, and reached Cadenabbia, on the Lake of Como. They returned to Paris in the autumn; then went to Italy again, staying at Florence and Rome, where they saw the Abbe Liszt and obtained that charming sketch of him by Healy, in which the great musician is seen opening the inner door and bearing a candle in his hand. In the spring they visited Naples, Venice, and Innsbruck, returning then to England, where Longfellow received the degree of D. C. L. at Oxford; and they then visited Devonshire, Edinburgh, and the Scottish lakes. He again received numberless invitations in London, and wrote to Lowell, It is only by dint of
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