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Title: With Shelley in Italy : being a selection of the poems and letters of Percy Bysshe Shelley which have to do with his life in Italy from 1818 to 1822
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Shelley, Percy Bysshe, 1792-1822 McMahan, Anna Benneson
Subjects: Poetry of places -- Italy Italy -- Description and travel Poetry
Publisher: Chicago : McClurg
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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r in his chariot, ornodding over the crushed multitudes, who writhe underhis horses hoofs, as those below express the torture andabjectness of defeat. There are three arches, whose roofsare panelled with fretwork, and their sides adorned withsimilar reliefs. The keystone of these arches is supportedeach by two winged figures of Victory, whose hair floats onthe wind of their own speed, and whose arms are out-stretched, bearing trophies, as if impatient to meet. Theylook, as it were, borne from the subject extremities of theearth, on the breath which is the exhalation of that battleand desolation, which it is their mission to commemorate.Never were monuments so completely fitted to the purposefor which they were designed, of expressing that mixtureof energy and error which is called a triumph. I walk forth in the purple and golden light of anItalian evening, and return by star or moonlight, through 1 Torn not from an arch, but from a huildbig of Trajan, at the entranceto his Forum. (96)
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THE YEAR 1819 this scene. The elms are just budding, and the warmSpring winds bring unknown odours, all sweet, from thecountry. I see the radiant Orion through the mightycolumns of the Temple of Concord,^ and the mellow fadinglight softens down the modern buildings of the Capitol,the only ones that interfere with the sublime desolation ofthe scene. On the steps of the Capitol itself, stand twocolossal statues of Castor and Pollux, each with his horse,finely executed, though far inferior to those of MonteCavallo, the cast of one of Avhich you know we saw to-gether in London. This walk is close to our lodging, andthis is my evening walk. What shall I say of the modern city ? Eome is yetthe capital of the world. It is a city of palaces andtemples, more glorious than those which any other citycontains, and of ruins more glorious than they. Seenfrom any of the eminences that surround it, it exhibitsdomes beyond domes, and palaces, and colonnades in-terminably, even to the horizon; interspe

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