This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1857 Excerpt: ...is shed On mountain tops slow, ebbing, red Mantles the sun left when he fled; And from those mountain sides do come Yon purple shades that darker loom, Rise slow, still rise, and will, till they That foamlike radiance sweep away Into the main of darkness. High, Like Titans chain'd against the sky, Afar the Abruzzi, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1857 Excerpt: ...is shed On mountain tops slow, ebbing, red Mantles the sun left when he fled; And from those mountain sides do come Yon purple shades that darker loom, Rise slow, still rise, and will, till they That foamlike radiance sweep away Into the main of darkness. High, Like Titans chain'd against the sky, Afar the Abruzzi, Apennines, Show mighty forms--bold, broken lines; Chamelion-like, they, solemn, slow, Change their uplifted hues, where, lo! Arid of sheen, spreads darkness' coast, Where late light's ocean waves, bright tost, Seem falling on that gloomy shore There prone, are glorious no more--Gods, that can live not without light But where is darkness, pass from sight, Grand masses of empurpled mists, With streaks pale pink upon their crests Light floating--slow they seem to die, Gasping for fulgence silently, Without a struggle, at each gasp Breathing of splendour fainter hreath, And will, till coming leaden grasp Of night them shroud 'mid glooms of death. Still westward lingers twilight red; Dim, solemn, and reflected far On Ricci's palace front, doth shed A dull, yet gorgeous climate, where, Bath'd in the carmine, misty air, Young Ricci pensive gazes on The waning glories of the sun, Glories that slowly from the west Seem melting off to realms more blest. He stands where steps on steps arise, From Arno's waves, and with the skies Their forms see mirror'd, looking deep Down a blue world, where all seems sleep; Nor break those steps until they gain Broad terrace, where drops sparkling rain From founts, and moistens smooth green lawn, Edged by long level gravel walks, Where sculptur'd vases rich adorn, With orange trees, fruit on the stalks, 'Tween statues Tuscany alone Knows how to mould life-like in stone. Thence rise another polish'd flight, As broad, but ra...
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